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"Please go to bed Isla," Kiara's desperate voice carried from nursery. I set down the pile of folders that had kept me at the office until one in the morning onto the bed and quietly slipped off my jacket and tie.
Our daughter's cry increased in volume, making me wince as I heard another door click open. I quickly stepped out into the hallway, ushering Calista and Staisa back into their rooms.
"Girls, you know the rules."
Anastasia crossed her arms over her chest and c****d her dark brow at me. "Daddy the baby is so loud. How the hell are we supposed to sleep?"
"Language." I chide, picking up Calista whilst she yawns heavily. Her head drops onto my shoulder, eyelids shutting close immediately.
"Did you wake Calista up on purpose again?"
Stasia shrugs. "I
