(Isabella)
“You guys really aren’t staying for lunch?” Isla frowned, as she yawned.
Even with Gianna’s help and a nanny, she was b.reastfeeding twins. One or both of them always seemed to be attached to her.
“I promised my mom and Roy that we would stop by, they finally settled in and promised food, she's been making it since last night.” I smiled getting up from the dining room table.
Lucas stood up next to me, taking the coffee mug from my hand.
“You promised me a run later,” Cam looked at me and I nodded.
“Of course,” I shuddered, thinking of the pain of my first s.hift last night.
“Then it will be time for you to start training properly,” Cam’s voice was hard, lethal. There was a wicked glint in his eyes.
“I don’t even want to know,” I sighed.
“You don’t,” Lucas agreed.
