His smile widens. “I’ll see you back here at naptime. You can cash it in then,” he says, winking at me as he backs off the bed.
I slip my arms into his robe and hurry to Mila’s room. She’s sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair while still wearing her pajamas.
“Good morning, sweetie,” I say, kissing her on the head.
“I want to see dinos,” Mila demands, setting her brush on the table.
We took her to the children’s museum a few days ago, and she fell in love with their dinosaur exhibit. It’s her current obsession. “How about we get dressed and eat first?” I ask.
“Okay.”
When we get to the kitchen, the twins already have breakfast made. Both of them turn and smile at Mila and me at the same time.
“What are you guys doing here so early?” I ask.
The two of them shrug in unison, turning their backs to me.
I set Mila in her chair. “Let me guess. Rage has you on babysitting detail today, doesn’t he?”
“I not a baby,” Mila tells them, crossing her little arms over her chest.
“You’re right. Neither of us are babies.” I glare at Rage as he walks into the room.
“What?”
“Really? You put the twins up to watching us today?”
He drops into a chair, staring at me. His forehead creases into a scowl that’s deeper than both Mila’s and mine put together.“You’ll indulge me in this,” he says steadily, and I know there will be no budging with him.
“Oh, will I?”
His hand wraps around my knee, and he squeezes it lightly in warning. “Please,” he adds quickly, but only after Carson clears his throat. He looks back at the twins before continuing. “It would give me peace of mind.”
I sigh because that’s what I want too. I don’t want him worrying all day. “Mila, should we let Carson and Cole come to the museum with us today?”
She nods, dipping her head shyly. The twins are two of her favorite people.
When we get to the children’s museum, I’m glad I let the guys tag along.Like I had a choice.The museum is packed, and I’ll admit having extra sets of eyes on her is comforting.
We spend a few hours there, and then we head to the park for lunch. Rage is meeting us. Mila drags the twins over to the playground while I whip up some sandwiches.
“Lunch time?” an older man asks from a nearby table. He has a coffee in front of him.
“It is,” I say, shielding my eyes to watch Carson try to fit into the swing next to Mila. I laugh, and the old man follows my gaze to see what’s amused me.
He chuckles. “She must be a real-life princess. I’ve never seen a little girl with bodyguards,” he jokes.
I smile at him. “Of course she’s a princess. She deserves nothing but the best, and you can never be too careful.”
“You’re right there.” He stands, tossing the cup into the trash. “Have a good afternoon.”
“You too.”
Several minutes later, Rage pulls into the parking lot on his bike. I catch myself drooling as he swings his leg over the seat,getting off. He waves to the twins and Mila as he heads in my direction.
“Stop looking at me like I’m a snack,” he says as soon as he reaches me.
I shift on the seat and wipe my mouth. “Is it naptime yet?”