Trevor’s pov.
After dinner, I sent the girls to get ready for bed.
“Can Freya read us a story?” Sophie asked.
“If she feels up to it, but it will have to be from her bed - I think dinner was enough excitement for one day.” I looked over to Freya.
“Of course we can. In fact, I know the perfect one. I'll go and find it.” She stood up to leave.
“Excuse me. No stairs for you.” I said, swooping her up in my arms again. Her face flushed scarlet and the girls erupted into fits of giggles once again.
“Oh alright, my knight in shining armour. Off we go again then,” she sighed, rolling her eyes in jest as she wrapped her arms around my neck for support. Her touch made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
We headed up, and I sat her down on the bed.
“Could you pass me that book?” She
