REMI
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” The twins chanted as they rushed into the room. Caysen fussed on the changing table. My littlest man needed a bottle and a nap but was finding the latter difficult with his siblings and Grayson being so loud and crazy today.
“Yes?” I answered them.
“Can we go fly with Fifi? Pleaseeeee?” Cerys asked, clasping her hands together while she elongated the last word. She batted her long eyelashes at me, just like she did with her dads.
“Your brother needs a bottle and a nap,” I sighed. “Is Aunt Pip still not back?”
“No,” Grayson shook his head. “Can we go?”
I lifted Caysen into my arms, trying to lay him against my shoulder. The three older ones looked up at me with eager expressions, even my calm Callum. “Alright,” I agreed. “Let me make Caysen a bottle, and
