SIX YEARS OF MEMORIES
The triplets spent the night.
Not because it had been planned.
Because nobody wanted to leave.
Especially Anthony.
And definitely not Diana.
"Daddy, five more minutes."
It was eleven o'clock.
Anthony looked at the little girl currently wrapped in a blanket.
Then looked at Daisy.
Then looked back at Diana.
"I think she's negotiating."
Diana smiled.
Proudly.
"Yes."
Anthony laughed.
Daisy groaned.
"She's learning from Damien."
"Hey."
Damien looked offended.
"I am a businessman."
Anthony nearly choked on his coffee.
The child was impossible.
The following morning brought something Anthony had secretly wanted for days.
More time.
Just time.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing complicated.
Just his
