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Chapter 19

HELENA

Home is Where My Family Is.

My husband is my home. My friends are my home. My babies are my home. They emanate the warmth and solace that a nest needs to feel cozy.

Without their solace, this mansion felt so cold. Without their laughter, it felt so hollow. Without my babies, the master of this mansion was as frozen as the statues of role models he admires.

Our babies melted the frozen heart of the master of this mansion — my husband. The lover of power and wealth cherishes his family more than prosperity. And his love is my home as well. The safety of our children is our peace.

We do everything in our power to protect our lineage. My lineage — almost extinct, a powerful organization nearly erased — continues with our children. My innocent babies.

I thank God every day for gifting me my babies. I thank God every day for keeping them safe for us, like little angels sent from heaven to protect my helpless infants.

I am in Alana's nursing room, changing her diaper. I smile as she looks at me so sweetly. I kiss her chubby cheeks, making her laugh. She is such a sweet and good baby. Honestly, she is the calmest of all my children. She almost never wakes me up at night.

"Who's a good baby? Yes, you are! You're such a good baby!" My voice high, I chirp like a bird, as I praise my baby. I giggle, as she beams at me, making sweet baby noises in response.

"I love you so much." I kiss her again, making her giggle. There's nothing quite like seeing my children so happy. Every night, I thank God that they're healthy, happy, and safe.

Although they're safe here in the mansion for now, I know I can't keep them locked away forever. In a few years, they'll be asking to go outside more often. And when that time comes, we'll let them.

Antonio promised me that after their training, they'll be free to come and go as they wish. We both agreed that they need to be able to protect themselves from the dangers outside before we allow them that freedom.

I smile down at Alana. She looks up at me with innocent eyes. I wish that innocence could last forever, but I know she won't survive in this world without learning to defend herself.

As much as it pains me, I'd rather raise my children to be heartless killers than lose them to the foe. The thought of losing them would shatter me. It would break me.

I scoop her up into my arms and walk over to the rocking chair. She snuggles closer, her tiny head nestled in the crook of my neck.

With a sigh, I sit down, adjusting her in my lap. I lift my shirt, exposing my breast. Slowly, I guide her toward it. Her little hands grip me as she latches on, sucking eagerly.

She looks up at me as she suckles on my teat. I gently caress her back, rocking her softly. My phone buzzes, signaling a message. I pick it up and see Roman's text.

Roman
Hi, Chucky, is it fine if I bring Margarita over?

Helena
Yes!
I can't wait  to meet her!
And don't call me Chucky!

Roman
All right, we are on our way! See you soon, Chucky!

My phone is ripped from my hands. I look up to see Antonio scrolling through my messages. Recently, the master of this mansion has been a real pain in my ass — quite literally.

"Antonio, that's disrespectful! Give me my phone back!" I snap, standing up from the rocking chair, still holding Alana in my arms as she continues to drink her milk, oblivious to our confrontation.