𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐧┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨

158. 𝐵𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙

Queen

4 Days Later

"Queen!" Iris yelled. "Get off your ass!" Saint growled at her as she pulled the blanket off of me and she laughed in reaction. "Don't be mad at me, Saint. Your mom is the one being annoying. Tell her to get up for me."

I felt Saint's small hand touch my back and I smiled into the covers. "Yes! Hit her," Iris whispered lowly. Saint's hand lightly tapped my back again as if he weren't trying to hurt me, and Iris cheered him on.

At his tiny request, I lowered the blanket and faced Saint. He erupted into a fit of giggled when he saw me and I smiled at him. He crawled to me and gave me a peck on the nose and sat on my back. I felt him lay down on top of me and I let myself close my eyes and relax back into the bed.

"Mommy wake up?" Saint said in his little voice as his face moved to mine. He fell as he leaned over to look at me and his face hell onto my cheek. I pulled him into my arms and groaned as I sat up in bed, and I looked up at Iris.

"I love you," I said to her. "But I want to kill you sometimes."

"I'm glad we feel the same about each other," she cheered. When she clapped her hands together, I caught another glimpse of her engagement ring and I smiled. When she caught my expression, she stopped cheering and gave me a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

"You're getting married," I said excitedly.

"Why do you look like you're about to cry though?"

"They're happy tears," I said as I waved my face with one arm. "You and Cain are so perfect for each other."

"Queen, don't make this weird," she whined. "I can still see you sobbing when he asked."

"It was a happy moment." I wiped my eyes and Iris sighed from beside me. "And guess what now."

"What?"

"We're sisters!"

"Well no, that would be pretty weird considering—"

"Don't ruin this for me, Iris," I begged. "We've leveled up."

"Okay...sis."

I squealed at the nickname and Iris shook her head. This was a lot of what our friendship consisted of over the years; me acting ridiculous and her quietly supporting me. I wasn't sure we'd be friends at first, but now I couldn't imagine my life without her.

"Kay," Saint said as he pointed to the door. Ever since he could talk, he's been calling Cain 'Kay'. We corrected him every time and we were positive that he knew what he was doing. He just had to enjoy messing with us.

"Cain?" Iris asked him.

"Kay come get me?" He asked her.

"I don't kn—"

The door that Saint was pointing to opened up, and as he said in his own way, Cain peeked his head into the door. "Hey, I'm here for the tiny demon."

Saint quickly hopped off of my laugh and ran to Cain's leg and wrapped his arms around it. "Kay!"

"Okay anyways," Cain said as he walked into the room, slowly moving his leg so Saint wouldn't fall. "When are you two going to the club?"

"Tonight," Iris answered. "IF Queen gets up."

"I'm up," I said defensively as I held my arms out in defense.

"Good," Cain said. "It's almost six, you've been sleeping all day."

"I had work until 9 a.m," I groaned. "You guys make it sound like I'm lazy."

"From Queen of Hell to fashion model," Cain spoke in mock fascination. "Whatever will be next for her?"