Samantha
“Mommy, Galina has to go potty,” Kade’s voice interrupts our kiss.
I pull away from Holden, who frowns slightly, and turn to the girls huddled together with their nannies. “I’m sorry about all that,” I tell the nannies.
“It is good, ma’am,” Olga, the older one, says.
“I need to pee,” Galina dances around, looking at me with deep brown eyes.
All four girls inherited Dmitry’s brown eyes, just like Kade. I sigh and look around.
“Who are the little girls?” I hear Tricia ask.
“These are Kade’s half-sisters,” I say.
“They are Dmitry’s?” Tricia gasps, and I nod. “Where are their mothers?”
“Most likely dead,” I say low under my breath.
“What are you going to do with them?” Tricia presses.
“Raise them,” I state.
“All of them?” Tricia looks at the girls.
I hear a whine and loo
