Ava's P.O.V
The Blakely residence was a f*****g mad house... I had no time to breathe... hardly any sleep and don't talk about...
"Emma, your fingers will get stuck!"
I yelled from inside the bathroom.
The youngster of our adopted children was sticking her fingers underneath the bathroom door, trying to get to me. Did I mention I could no longer s**t without someone bothering me? Not that we didn't have enough bathrooms, but because, for some reason, they believed I wasn't allowed a moment's peace,
She giggled from the other side of the door, wiggling her fingers. I shook my head. She wouldn't stop until I either opened up the door for her or came out. Emma is two and as terrible as they describe two-year-olds to be... she had beautiful olive skin, big brown eyes with long lashes... a
