~Samantha~
“You two are seriously trying to send me to an early grave.”
“Mummy,” Diana cried, grabbing at my wrist. “We’re sorry.”
“Sorry? If I were to get paid the number of times you’ve apologized, I’d be rich by now.”
Always sorry but never changing. Just like their dad.
Devon tried to straighten, then winced and coughed into his hand. “We didn’t mean to scare you.”
“We thought of surprising you.”
“Oh, and you did it in the worst way.” I dragged them into me before either of them could say anything else and crushed them against my chest so hard Diana squeaked. I kissed the side of Devon’s head, then Diana’s forehead, then both their cheeks because relief embraced me. “You two are unpredictable. Actual tiny demons. I hate it so bad when you do that.”
Diana burst into fresh tears. “Mummy, you don’t mean that.”
