I knit my brows.
“Galaxy,” he shrugs. “I had them set it up while we were eating dinner.”
“Josiah…” I sigh.
“We have to tell them, Kayla.” His voice is stern. Not negotiable by any means.
“Not yet,” I say tensely.
“Soon,” he declares.
“Just give me some time, Josiah. This is a lot. And for them…” I sigh.
“The bottom line is that my children will know that I am their father, sooner rather than later,” he snaps angrily.
“And I am asking you for a bit of time!” I snap back at him.
His eyes flare, and I push my chest forward, not backing down.
“I’ve lost five years already. I won’t lose any more time,” he snarls.
“You made your choice five years ago. I’m not the one who putmein a situation where I had to raise them alone. So don’t you dare try and push me now before I’m ready!”
He seems taken aback. His jaw clenches and the muscles ripple across his face.
I don’t bother waiting for a reply; instead, I storm out of the room and leave him to his own thoughts.
Before going in to check on the girls, I take a moment to calm myself in my own room.
I call Izabel, because she always helps me smile, even in the worst of moments.
“Girrrrrrl,” she sings into the phone when she answers. “I’ve been waiting to hear from you. Tell me everything. How was your first day? Is your boss hot?”
I laugh, already feeling better.
“My first day was a bit crazy. Um. I actually moved. The job comes with some perks. We moved into a mansion. The CEO insisted we come and stay at his place because my apartment was too far to commute every day. I mean, this place has wings. Like the east wing takes fifteen minutes to walk to from the west wing,” I tease.
“What in the world. So, you are living in luxury there? How are my girls?”
“You should see their room. It’s incredible. They are having the time of their lives,” I say, truly meaning it. The girls really do look happy, and it’s the main thing that’s holding me together through all of this.
I chat with Izabel for twenty minutes, catching up, telling her things without mentioning that Josiah is their father. I feel bad for keeping this from her, but I’m not ready. I’m not ready to accept any of this fully.
When the call is over, I wander into the girls' room to get them ready for bed with a bubble bath in the giant new tub in their private bathroom.
Chapter 5 - Josiah
Watching Kayla in the morning as she sorts out the girls' breakfast, I sit quietly and admire her. Sipping my coffee, I feel out of place as the twins giggle and push their blueberries and yogurt around the bowl.
“Come on, you two, eat up,” she says, standing behind Kelsey, busy doing her hair into a very cute high bun like a ballerina.
“I want two of those,” Kira declares, pointing to her sister’s hair.
“Did you bring two elastic hair bands?” Kayla asks.
Kira holds up one fat pink scrunchie.
“You can’t do two buns with one scrunchie, baby,” Kayla says.
