EJ
You would think that turning twenty four was going to be a great big thing for me. After all it was the pinnacle age or was it twenty two? Whatever year it was, twenty four was a big difference for me.
However in the morning instead of being wrapped in Connor's big hunky hairy arms. I woke up with Oksana's foot on my chest. She slept like a gymnast. Twisting about with her hands in the air. When she was a baby her arse was always in the air with her diaper.
Looking at her as she slept made me emotional. One day she wouldn't be our tiny Oksana anymore but possibly queen. She would burn England to the ground and there would be nothing we could do to stop her. How could someone so cute grow up to be a dictator?
I let out a sigh and brushed her hair from her face when she unexpectedly bit my wrist. "Do you have rabies?" I hissed as I violently pushed her head back.
She loudly laughed before tackling me, "happy birthday EJ!"
