Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 39

Chapter 39 – The Finale

(Anj‘s POV)

“Good morning, mommy!” Leyanne greeted, her eyes still closed as she walked toward the dining room

“Good morning! Just mommy?” I had to come to her to ensure her head would not bump the edge of the table. Smelling my scent, she raised her arms, wanting me to carry her. I took her and sat her at the table.

She opened her eyes, blinked her round eyes, and still sleepy, she greeted the others. “Good morning, Aunt Anya. Good morning, Uncle Dylan.”

“Good morning, Selene,” Anya greeted sweetly as she placed plates and cutleries on the table. “I‘m not Selene,” Leyanne mumbled. “I‘m Leyanne,” She corrected, adjusting the brim of her eyeglasses.

“Hmm,” Dylan knitted his eyebrows as he placed the scrambled eggs he had just made. “I thought Selene wears the eyeglasses?” he asked amusingly.

Before I could explain that the three of them had eyeglasses, Selene came out of the bedroom, wearing the same pajamas.

“Good morning!” she greeted cheerily and sat on the chair on her own.

“Mommy, I can‘t find my other slipper.” Lyra Helene came out, complaining already in the early morning.

“Wait. I think I saw it under the couch,” Dylan said, walking to the living room to get her other slipper. “Here, Selene.”

“Thank you, Uncle Dylan, but I‘m not Selene. I‘m Lyra Helene,” she smiled as she took the slipper from him.

“Ha!” Anya beamed. “Good morning, Selene!” She greeted happily as she kissed Selene‘s cheek. “Yes! I finally got it right.” She rolled her eyes at me, laughing as she gave me a cup of coffee.

Selene giggled. “You‘re funny, Aunt Anya.” “You‘ve been here for a week, but I still couldn‘t get your name right,” She complained, pulling the chair and smiling at me. “So... How‘s your new job at the university?”

“I actually asked Dean Jones to put me in the research department, but one of the professors had some sort of emergency, so she told me to handle the class for a while,” I told her as I prepared sandwiches for my daughters.

I could not help smiling when I noticed Anya and Dylan watching me with awe.

“Peanut butter for you,” I gave the sandwich to Leyanne. “Peanut butter and Strawberry for you.” Selene took the sandwich and placed it on her plate. “And just strawberry for you,“I said, tapping Lyra Helene‘s nose. She giggled as she took the sandwich from me. Among the three, Lyra Helene seemed to have inherited her peanut allergy from Sky. I almost died of worry when I had to rush her to the Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

hospital, discovering she had an anaphylactic reaction to it. Since then, I have always had to bring epinephrine and ensure all the bags I used had it.

“No peanut for Lyra Helene,” Anya said, mentally taking note of it, and then she heaved a sigh. “Just no peanuts for all of you.”

“I love peanuts,” Leyanne exclaimed, her eyes widened with worry that Anya won‘t buy them anymore.

“If your mom‘s here at home, she could recognize who is who, but in my case, you‘ve been with me almost all day in school, yet I still can‘t perfect your names,” she explained. Anya and Dylan are running a school, a dream come true for Anya, and since I failed to do my part as her partner, Dylan supported her in putting up the school three years ago. “Just a week in school, but they‘re making their teachers

crazy already.” I sipped coffee while looking at my daughters. “Are you giving Aunt Anya and Uncle Dylan a hard time in school?”

Leyanne shook her head as she pursed her lips.

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“They‘re bored, that‘s all. So, I‘m thinking of putting them in an advanced program.” Dylan said, pulling a chair to sit with us and finally having his chance to sip his coffee.

Selene flickered her eyes on him. “Uhm, Uncle Dylan, why do you live here? Are you Aunt Anya‘s husband?” She suddenly asked, causing Dylan to choke on his coffee.

Anya guffawed, and I could only smile, staring at my children as they looked curiously at them. “Gosh! I‘m gonna die early,” Anya wiped the corners of her eyes, afraid that her eyeshadows got smeared with tears. “Uncle Dylan has to sell his house to support Aunt Anya‘s crazy plan.” She widened her eyes at me, telling me in silence that it would not have happened if I didn‘t go crazy with my life. “Your grandma Rose asked him to live with us for a while.” I sighed but managed to curve a smile on my lips as I looked at Selene. “Apologize to Uncle Dylan.”

“I‘m sorry, Uncle Dylan,” she sighed as she apologized and flickered her eyes at me. “What is it?” I asked, noticing the three pairs of round eyes looking at me. Lyra Helene pouted and lowered her head, Selene pinned her eyes on the sandwich she was eating, and Leyanne avoided my gaze as she put some scrambled eggs on her plate.

“Mommy‘s not a fortune teller,” I reminded them as I took my cup. When I sipped my coffee, it was no longer hot, and I was used to drinking it that way because I had to prioritize them first when having

meals.

“It must be because of their activity today,” Anya said, unsure if she would share it with me or not.

“What about it?” I asked her. I could not think of anything that would be difficult for the triplet.

Anya and Dylan looked at each other.

“Uhm, it‘ll be Family Day next week and just the other week,” Anya cleared her throat. “The pupils brought their mommy to school and introduced them to the class,” She breathed out, not knowing how to say it.

“Today, they have to introduce their daddy,” Dylan said directly to me

I nodded, thickening my eyes somewhere else. Why on earth would they do such activity when not all children have a father? I took my cell phone, pretended to browse the screen, and typed a message

“Are you texting daddy, mommy?” Lyra Helene asked excitedly.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled, wanting to cry as my heart wanted to escape from my throat. I swallowed hard, hoping to put my heart back to my chest as I thought of another excuse for what happened to their father.

“Have you seen your daddy before?” Dylan asked, glancing at me and then at them.

Lyra Helene looked at the ceiling as she thought and then nodded. “Just his back.” “Just his back “Anya blinked her eyes and faked a smile at me. “Why? Does daddy don‘t have a face?

“Daddy was in a hurry,” Selene answered. “He was going for a business trip in Vietnam and then to China... and then to... around the world?” She looked at me.

“Yes, baby,” I smiled nervously.

“What exactly is your daddy‘s job?” Dylan cut us, curious at what my girls would answer. “A businessman,” Leyanne exclaimed. “He‘s a manager!” she said proudly.

“Ah!” Dylan nodded and smiled at her. “Then, let‘s all wait for daddy to come later. I have always wanted to meet him.”

Lyra Helene pulled a face and sighed. “Maybe he‘s not coming today. Maybe he‘s still busy.” She glanced at me, looking sad.

I smiled nervously at her, wishing Dylan would just stop and help me explain why their father could not come today. I have never thought our daddy issue would make me feel so bad that it hurts so much.

“Daddy will come,” I assured her, standing up and placing my cup in the sink. They followed me, standing up and giving me their plates. “Now, you all wait for me in the bedroom. I‘ll give you a bath after talking to Aunt Anya.”

They nodded, hushing each other as they walked toward our bedroom.

I made sure they were gone before scowling at Dylan. “I thought we‘re done about this topic, Dylan?” I asked angrily.

“I‘m sorry, okay? But Anj, you can‘t always lie to the girls,” he said, trying to voice calm, but I knew he was only controlling his tone. “So, where are you getting a daddy?” Anya asked curiously. “Are you asking some random guy to be their dad?”

I closed my eyes. “I‘m not. It‘s about time that this daddy has to die.” When they return home, I will tell them the most significant lie ever. The finale!

“What?” Anya gawked at me, wanting to know if she heard it right I ignored her and turned my back on them. Dylan is right. All the lies about their father have to

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