Five Years Later
“Jakey!” Emma squealed as her mother carried her into the Clubhouse. “Appy Birf-day!”
“Emmy!” the five-year-old greeted with equal excitement and rushed up to Eleanor. “Can we play?”
“Of course, Jake,” Eleanor smiled, setting down her eager three-year-old.
The young pair toddled to the sitting area strewn with toys. Eleanor eyed the ever-growing pile with a frown. It didn’t matter how many times she told the Brothers they didn’t have to, they kept buying new playthings for the Club’s little prince and princess.
“Elle, could you give me a hand?” Nailah called from the kitchen.
Eleanor set Jacob’s gift on a table already over-flowing with presents and ducked into the kitchen, secure in the knowledge that two dogs and ten Brothers were watching over the young pair. The
