6 years later…
(Maverick's POV) you're welcome, bitches…
"Daddy...," Alora, my second born and fourth in number, screeched as she burst into our room.
"Yes, baby?" I scooted down and looked into her angelic eyes. She is the splitting image of her mother. She is as stubborn as her mother too. They behave so much like each other, it never fails to amaze me.
"Reed is bwing a meanie! He won't pway wid me! He says girls are icky!" She stomped her legs in frustration as she vent, throwing her hands everywhere as she spoke.
"Am I icky, daddy?" She blinked up at me innocently. The twinkle in her eyes made my heart melt. She could ask for something impossible and I will to any extent to give her that. She has my heart in her chubby little hands.
"No, love. You're not icky. You're the most bea
