*Zara*
“Zara, let’s get the children ready for bed.”
Briella, Kellan, and I looked up from our game. Their father stood in the doorway of the playroom. I raised an eyebrow at the tone he used.
It sounded almost like an order.
“But Daddy!” Kellan cried, standing up, tackling his father’s legs, and looking up at him with wide eyes. “We were just about to throw the prisoner in jail!”
Noah’s firm expression softened as he bent to lift our four-year-old son. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, smirking. “And who is your prisoner?”
Briella pointed at me. “Mama is the prisoner this time! She stole the treasure!”
I smirked at Noah, who just shook his head in amusement. He set Kellan down and then pinned our eldest with a stern look. “Well, I’ll make sure to see to it that Mama answers for her crimes. Now, you and Kellan please start getting ready for bed.”
