Sierra
I woke at seven thirty, Anthony was snoring away, and I just giggled. He wore himself out.
I used the bathroom, and put my hair up in a bun. I went to the closet and put on a onesie that I had. I really hope they all get a kick out of it.
I walked to the kitchen and heard some noise as I got closer.
“Luna? You should be sleeping in. I have this,” I said.
“Oh, no dear. I thought you’d be sleeping longer.”
“Oh?” There’s no way she heard us right?
“You’re a screamer baby,” she said.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, I am a screamer too. Cesare used to have to put his hand over my mouth every time I had the big O. Especially when he took me in public,” she whispered.
I slapped my hand over my mouth and laughed so hard.
“Yes, like that,” she said.
God,
