*Genevieve*
I could not sleep at all.
I tossed and turned, and yet, sleep did not want me.
I sighed and read a novel until I dozed off.
I wake up the next morning, brush my teeth then, I go to Lucien's room. I open the door, and smile when I see the kids are awake and they are talking to him.
When they see me, they say, "Good morning mummy," then they give me wide hugs.
I grin at them and hug them back.
"How was your night?" I ask.
"Very fine," they reply.
"We even slept on daddy's body," Gianna adds.
At that, I look up at Lucien. We say nothing, and I turn my attention back to our children.
"Daddy's body is so hard," Gianna says.
"My body will soon be like that," George boasts of the future.
I snicker. Gianna then adds, "But you are not even strong. So, how will you be like daddy Georgie?"
George face palms himself, and tells his twin sister, "I am just four and daddy is forty four. That is why he is strong."
I laugh, and Lucien says, "I am not forty four son."
