It's A Secret

Chap 8 •

As the end of the day approached, I couldn't help but pop off the heels and replace them with a pair of ballet flats I had stashed away in my bag for desperate times.

Walking around the building all day, driving around to see property sites and having to sit in almost two hour long meetings back to back all while keeping a semi-genuine smile plastered on your face so you'd be labelled as 'approachable' took a toll on your girl and I was all but ready to drive off into the sunset and into my bed when I saw small figures running toward the office doors. From the time they burst through, I recognized the red headed devils.

"Aunty Kywa!" Rosalie, the second youngest and most divalicious of the bunch mumbled as she crashed into me for a hug.

"My Rosy Pooh, how are you?" I asked as I hugged her with an equal amount of force.

"I'm fine."

"Hey, it's my turn!" her big brother by three years Oliver complained from behind, almost shoving poor Rosy out the way, "Hi Aunt Ky."

I couldn't help but laugh at how he went from being a bully to innocent in less than a second, but I hugged him the same way as I did his sister.

"Where are your brothers?" I asked them while they found things to play with around the room.

"Max is with his girlfriend parking the car and Kevin's bringing Hannah to see you," Oliver replied. I heard a high pitched scream afterwards and the only person I knew that could possess such a sound was-

"Hannah Banana. How's my favorite McClain?" I cooed as I walked over to her and took her from her brother. She responded with a gurgle and another high pitched scream.

"Hey, I thought I was your favorite," Kevin fake pouted while spinning around in the leather chair.

"She told all of us we were her favorite McClain's when we were Hannah's age. The older we got and the more of us mom had the less the love was stretched," a deep voice echoed followed by jingling keys, "Hi Aunt K."

Standing before me was one hell of an eye catch and a petite girl shyly attached to his arm. I had to blink twice before responding in case I got my words messed up. He was only sixteen and I didn't want to give him the wrong impression.

"Look at you Maxwell. All grown and driving and locked down by the looks of it," I said hugging him as I peeped around his broad shoulders to the girl, "Who is this beauty?"

"This is Delilah, my girlfriend. Delilah, this is my mom's boss' wife Kyla, but she's more of an aunt then anything."

He pushed her towards me and I gladly took the first approach to hug the probably no more than a hundred pound girl. I must admit, when she finally found the courage to peep up to me from under her lengthy lashes, her everest green orbs pierced my soul. They did nothing but compliment the brunette locs flowing down her back.

Max could surely pick em good.

"Thanks. I learned from the best," I heard him say from a distance. He nodded at me as my face read 'did I really just say that out loud?' and I tucked my head in the crook of baby Hannah's neck in embarrassment.

"Do you guys want anything to eat or drink? The refrigerator not too long ago got restocked and some jellybeans are in there for you if you'd like Oliver. I know you only like the red ones so they're colour coordinated."

He ran like a deer across the room and to the kitchenette set up on one side of the office. His mother came in just in time to see him ferociously stuffing his face and immediately shook her head and took Hannah away from me who was beginning to fuss around. She was probably as hungry as Oliver was.