Greg
Six years later.
“Aww, man! This sucks!”
“Alex. I won't tell you again. She's four years old.”
“She's a pain in my ass!”
I raise my eyebrow at my ten-year-old son. “Watch your mouth.”
“I'm sorry.” He mumbles.
I clasp his shoulder and relax my stance. “I know it's annoying when your sister goes into your room and plays with your guitar, but she's just a little girl who loves her big brother.”
He nods his head and folds his arms around himself.
We've been busy, Dani and I, these past six years. I bought us a vast six-bedroomed house on Craven's Hill, a mile from town. My whole family was beyond shocked to find out Dean was actually mine. They were just as shocked to learn of Dani's past and of Alex. But my whole family welcomed them with open arms.
It took a few short days for
