18 years later ….

Aira’s POV

“Sneaking off somewhere?” I smirked as I walked out of the shadows in the dark corner.

“No Mom! We were going to throw trash!!”

Liars.

“I don’t see the trash,” I deadpanned.

Incorrigible Brats.

“These two are trash, Mom,” my mischievous pups said as they pushed forward the “trash,” or rather two of their brothers who glared back at their brothers and sisters in return.

“Mom!” the two ...