Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 90

Chapter 90 – Mommy And Daddy Want To Swim (Sky‘s POV)

I watched Angela move fluidly in the family room as if she had lived here for a long time. With Anya‘s and Dylan‘s help, they were able to decorate the room in time for the small celebration. With Anya‘s talent, being a school owner herself, she made a cut out of Happy Birthday, while Dylan helped Angela tie up the balloons almost everywhere.

The most challenging job was given to me, and that was watching out for the girls. Anyone could get confused with the three of them sitting on the swing together, wearing the same clothes, shoes, and hairstyles.

Angela braided the few strands of our girls‘ hair the same way, making it more difficult to identify them. Anya wanted to put a name tag on them because she still gets confused with the triplets, but Dylan, perhaps like me, could identify the girls quickly. “Daddy,” Leyanne called, making me look at her. “Why did you leave last night?” She asked as she rubbed Nitro‘s fur.

I almost chuckled. “You saw me? I thought you were sleeping.” I leaned on the backrest of the swing I was sitting at, just across from them, and crossed my arms to my chest.

She nodded.

My eyes narrowed. “Why didn‘t you tell Mommy I was here last night?”

She shrugged. “I thought I was dreaming because when I woke up, you weren‘t there.” “Don‘t tell Mommy I was here last night, okay?” She nodded again. “Like a secret?” Lyra Helene‘s beautiful eyes widened. “Yep. Like a secret.” My lips curved into a playful smile. “But why did you leave?” Leyanne asked me again, her eyes gazing at me, not breaking her contact with my eyes. Whenever she does it, I see Angela in her.

Because I was a coward, seeing Angela cry last night made me realize how much I hurt her. She was right; what was the point of staying when you didn‘t love the person? It was why she ran away, and maybe after she escaped from me, she didn‘t know she was carrying my child... my children. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Daddy?” Leyanne called me again, snatching me from my deep thoughts. She shrugged again. “What matters is you came, Daddy.” She heaved a sigh as if she was carrying all the problems in the world. “I don‘t like it when Lyra Helene and Selene cry.”

“I have a secret,” Selene whispered, glancing at her mother before turning to her sisters.

The two girls widened their eyes without even hearing their sister yet. My lips pressed tightly, suppressing a laugh at the cuteness of my children‘s looks.

“I can solve the Rubik‘s cube in two minutes,” she whispered, covering her mouth. “But I‘m not telling Mommy.”

They giggled.

“Why aren‘t you telling, Mommy?” I asked, wondering how a six–year–old child could do it. Two minutes? Just, wow!

She bit her lower lip and shook her head. “I think Mommy‘s not gonna be happy.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Because she wanted you to solve it faster?” When she shook her head, I got confused, “Then why not tell Mommy?”

She twitched her lips. “She‘d think I was working too much. She always tells us we‘re still kids.”

I released a short sigh and nodded. “Yeah? That‘s why you study the multiplication table and periodic table?” I wanted to accuse Angela of forcing the kids to work on something they might not like to do.

“But we like to do it, Daddy,” Leyanne said. “I will become a doctor someday.” She uttered the words as if she was already sure of what she wanted to become.

“I want to be like you, Daddy,” Lyra Helene curved her lips, showing her beautiful smile.

My youngest child didn‘t speak. She hugged the swing rope and looked at Angela inside the

room. “I just want to be with Mommy.”

We watched their mother walking in our direction. She smiled at them lovingly, her eyes

sparkling with happiness for them. “Come on; it‘s time.”

They excitedly hopped from the swing and ran to Angela. They chatted happily while walking inside and climbing up on the chairs Dylan had prepared for them to stand. As I promised Dad, I recorded a video as we sang them the Happy Birthday song. He would be delighted to be here, but Elenita told me Dad complained of chest pain this morning. As the girls blew the candle, they reminded me of Angela clapping her hands after blowing her birthday candle and making a wish.

“Time for a family pic,” Anya exclaimed, pushing me to the table and tugging Dylan to her. She was about to take a picture when she peeked at us again. “Angela, smile. Daddy won‘t bite

you.”

Angela rolled her eyes but gave her best smile for the picture. “The two daddies,” Anya winked at me as she pushed Dylan to Angela‘s other side and took a picture. After clicking a few, she called him. “Now, the two beautiful mommies. Take a picture of us.”

He sneered at her but took the camera. After snapping a few clicks, only then could the girls finally enjoy the cake. “I thought it would take forever before we could all enjoy the cake,” I teased Angela as she gave me a slice of a chocolate cake. “Well, that‘s our Anya,” she said, sucking her thumb that got icing from cutting the cake. She only stopped when she caught me looking at her. “What?” I took her hand, dipping her thumb into the cake and placing her finger in my mouth. Closing

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my eyes, I moaned as I sucked the tip of her finger. When I looked at her, I didn‘t realize she had also closed her eyes. I watched Angela slowly open her eyes, her face flushing and parting her lips as she gulped a small amount of air. She lowered her head, brushing her lips to my ear. “Will you be staying for tonight?” She whispered. “You‘ve got some evil plans for me?” I teased her. She scoffed, moving away from me. “The children are asking.” It was a seven–seater couch, but Angela decided to sit beside me. “They want to swim with the daddy.”

Both our eyes were not leaving the children on the table as they ate their cakes. I leaned my head to her side. “But I wanted to swim with the mommy.” She licked her lips, moving her head closer to mine. “Mommy doesn‘t want to swim with Daddy.” I raised my eyebrows, thinking she disliked the idea of us going into the water again. “Why?” I could not help asking Angela as I glanced at her.

She gulped a small amount of air before talking and smiled sheepishly at me before moving her head again toward me. “Mommy‘s afraid the daddy will drown her and bring her to seventh heaven. Mommy

doesn‘t want to settle for two but more.” I picked up the fork and put a cake in my mouth, wishing I could pull her to the bedroom and make love to her. I breathed out. “Daddy wants to know from mommy if she wants to get out

of here. Go somewhere quiet.” Her lips curved a wicked smile. “The mommy said ‘negative‘ to daddy. Here come the children.”

I nodded, wanting to laugh at our conversation. “Then daddy had to calm the member down here. It‘s angry already.”

Angela‘s face turned apple red as she nodded, but before she left me, she took my plate and gave me the round cushion on the sofa, wanting me to hide the proof of how much I wanted her now.