” Nyla pouted again, looking down. She muttered softly, “I’ll just have someone else write it.” The butler gave her a stern stare and put an...ther piece of paper in front of her. He left the milk on her desk and left her alone to straighten the pillows on her canopy bed. She started slowly writing. After a few minutes her hand started moving quicker. Remley noticed and stealthily went and looked over her shoulder. There were a few spelling words repeated on the top quarter of the page, but. And believe me, I loved it. He was a great little kid. And a couple of years into the marriage, we ended up having a little girl of our own. It made things amazing for the longest time. And then I started noticing changes. Her personality. Her attitude. And the list went on.I kept trying for the longest time. And then one day, I just finally gave up. I realized we had kids. A nice house. Good jobs. A stable living. And it was convenient. So I decided to start keeping an eye open and look. “How’s Dean?” Pat sat up on the far side of the other bed and looked over to me. Fingers ran up my neck and into my hair.“Still--”“Morning Trishie,” I grinned into her green eyes.“Oh God, he’s OK!” She smiled brighter than I’ve ever seen anyone smile.“Dean!” Maybe Hannah?“Holy shit!” Likely Marin.Kia vaulted herself over Xiomara, who I realized was my big spoon by the oof she emitted from Kia’s knee inside her kidney. The blonde crawled onto me and hung her wide eyes in front of my face. Her. Simon knelt again at her side and unlaced that glove. “You okay, Ari?”She nodded again. “Just winded.”“I don’t just mean physically. It seems like you’ve got something to work out of your system here.” Simon kept his eyes on the glove.“Not your problem,” Arwen said quietly.“No, but I’m guessing it’s not something you’re comfortable talking to Lev or Nick about. They’d both be available if you were.” Simon wiggled the glove off her hand.“You really want to know?” Arwen asked.At a very.