BRENNA
“What’s going on here?”
At my question both Chris and Damien looked up at the same time, their expression one of guilt. “Nothing?” Chris replied, my sweet little boy hasn’t learnt to lie yet. Damien nudged him and said, “We were just playing.”
I crossed my arms across my chest, hiding my amusement as I asked, “And what were you two playing?” Just as I asked two small hands slipped out from under the bed.
Damien, the naughtiest of the lot just like his father, pushed the hands back and shifted to hide the little munchkins under the bed. “We were deciding on what to play.” Damien replied and once again nudged Chris who nodded, agreeing with his cousin and best friend.
I looked at their wide blue eyes and innocent faces, and black smudged fingertips and felt my heart bursting with
