"Unkie?" Briella says as I try to leave the room after tucking her into the bed of one of the spare rooms. I sigh before turning around. "Yeah kid?" I ask. Her tiny frame is completely dwarfed by the massive bed surrounding her, all that can be seen is her little head and the top of one of her stuf
"Briella your mum says you eat porridge for breakfast everyday, you're having porridge" Rhode tells the 3 year old sitting at the dining table beside me. She's completely refusing to eat it, and it's so adorable. She has this bossy feisty little attitude that I'm kind of obsessed with, but I think
"Clothes for you or the baby?" I ask. I don't know why it matters but I feel like it does. "Both" She answers, I can almost hear the smile in her voice. She may be pregnant, but Poppy will try to only wear designer if she has anything to do with it. "Did you guys do it?" I switch my questioning,
"He's secure" Rhode tells me quietly, putting a hand on my shoulder as the other one holds Briella's. She's refused to let go of his hand since we got here, I think she's as scared of getting lost as we are of losing her. I nod my head and lean it on his shoulder, staring into the large tank in fro
A soft sound from the alarm I set on my phone wakes me up from a dead sleep. I lean over to quickly shut it off so that it doesn't wake up Rhode and crawl out of bed to the kitchen downstairs. It's time for Theo's 3am feed, poor Bianca's brain must be fried from having to do this every night for go
"Well I woke up and you weren't there, for a second I was worried you'd gone on another nightly walk without telling me" He says quietly as he walks into the bedroom and sits down on the edge of the bed opposite me. He was really concerned when I tried to go for a walk in the middle of a panic attac
Regrettably the weekend with the kids ends, and it's back to the usual mundane routine of endless lectures and long nights of study. Rhode has been incredible throughout, always making sure I don't spend too long agonising over papers or staying up too late working on assignments. I haven't had any
"And your point is what exactly?" I ask as calmly as I can. She takes a small breath before responding. "Do you have a job? Or does he pay for your new fancy lifestyle?" She asks with a small smirk on her lips. Whatever answer I give her I'm just proving her point, even with a job there's no way I