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“To my left,” I instruct. I go to Niko’s bedroom to get him. With him in my arms, I return to my bedroom.
“Do you need anything else?” Viktor asks as he enters with Niko’s bassinet.
“Would it be too much trouble to move one of the gliders to my bedroom?”
“No.” He smiles and leaves.
Fifteen minutes later, everything is in place. Oliver and Angus say their quiet goodbyes, and I thank them while Viktor lingers. We occasionally look at each other, but we don’t say a word.
“I should probably try and take a nap before one of them wakes,” I finally say.
“Right.” He stands awkwardly in front of my bed.
“I’m not sure what your routine is with Aisling. If you want to stay, you’re welcome,” I say climbing into bed.
“Are you sure?” He smiles.
“Don’t make me change my mind,” I answer, eyelids getting heavier. This Mom thing is not going to be easy. Especially with feeling like Aisling is my daughter too.
Chapter Forty-One
Ava
Amonth has passed by since I moved back to the mansion. We finally have a routine, and the babies have moved into their bedrooms. Aisling and Niko take all of my time, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy. I’m perpetually exhausted, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. That’s not to say there aren’t brief moments where I just want ten minutes to myself. Viktor hired a second nanny to help, but I barely let them do anything. I’ve never felt so protective of someone as I do of the babies. They need their mother, not a nanny.
Shit, what am I saying? I’m not Aisling’s mother, yet I feel like I am. As much as I despise Fiona, she’s Aisling’s biological mother. The question is, would I let Fiona take her if she came for her? I probably wouldn’t. I’ll protect Aisling at any cost, especially from Fiona.
I can’t believe she hasn’t made an appearance to see her since I’ve been here. I would think she would have shown up since I’m here, and she hates me. I suppose I should count my blessings. Today Anita is coming to spend the afternoon with us, which I’m glad about. She’s a wonderful grandmother.
There’s a soft knock at my door.
“Come in.”
“Ms. O’Brien, I wanted to check in and see if you needed anything?” Aisling’s nanny, Brenda, asks.
“I’m fine. Is Aisling still sleeping?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. I’m going downstairs to check on things. Get me if she wakes up.”
“Okay.” She leaves as quietly as she came in.
“This is as good as it’s going to get,” I say to myself, taking a last glance in the mirror.
I leave the bedroom and go to each of the babies’ bedrooms. I peek to check in on them both, even with Brenda telling me Aisling is sleeping. Once I confirm they’re asleep, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen, where Mary should be putting the final touches on our lunch.
“Anita, I didn’t know you were here already.” I walk into the kitchen and give her a hug.
“I just got here,” she smiles.
“You should have come up or had someone get me.”
“You’re here now. Nothing to fuss about. How are my grandchildren?”
“Luckily, sleeping right now. But it won’t be long before one of them wakes. I swear they take turns, making sure I’m always busy.” We laugh.
“I remember those days. Long days and nights.”
