Bonus 1 (not edited)
"Mama."
"Yes dear," Angelina turned her gaze to her daughter as she caressed her hair, braiding the tip.
"I have a question…" Arabella furrowed her brows in confusion, staring at Richard who was doting on his wife to Belle, who was holding the new baby.
"What is it dear?" Angelina asked, tickling her daughter as she giggled excitedly.
"Is Aunty Bell my aunt or my grandmother?" Arabella asked, looking from a shocked Bell to a dumbfounded Richard.
"Ara…," Angelina dragged softly, already rubbing her temples. should she praise her child for being a brilliant, witty kid or blame her sarcastic gene of hers?
"You always said I should ask you anything I don't understand that you'll explain to me," she pouted, staring at her with gleaming eyes. "Mama, you said best frie
