Family

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I just had to rename this chapters because they had the same name and it probably confused some people. So now it should be better.

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Mitch just got up, when his sister came with girls. He came downstairs, thinking he will make himself a coffee, then go to take a shower. But no, Kirstie was there and once she saw her dad, she ran up to him and her small arms locked around his legs.

He picked her up: "Good morning, pumpkin," she wrapped her tiny arms around him neck. "How did you sleep?"

"I think that bettew than you. Youw eyes vook vike wampiwe's," little girl giggled. Her head rested on his chest. She listened to his steady slow heartbeat.

"Thank you, honey, that's what I wanted to look like," she giggled more. "Now come on. It's time to show me to your auntie and get some food," she pulled him to kitchen.

"Unc-e Mitchie," two pairs of feet ran to him with scream. They were always so energetic in the morning. It was so fascinating to see Mitch, who just got up, being still half asleep and his nieces, who were awake for maybe an hour, running around him happily.

"Hey there. Kimy, I'm surrounded, I need help," he was happy at first, but to the end it turned out to be pout. Girls laughed and ran back to their mother. He walked after them to kitchen.

His hair was still messy. It looked like a bomb from World War III exploded on his head. Kirstie took his hair and tried to mess it up even more, but it was impossible. "Great hairstyle," they laughed.

"Thank you. Why are you here so early? You could sleep longer," he looked at them with question running around his face. "I'm not going anywhere today. You could sleep longer," he said.

"Someone is up for over hour now," Kimy looked at her niece, who was happily living in her father's arms. "And we're used to come here so we wake up soon anyways. And her eyes were already begging for you."

"You missed me, didn't you?" Mitch kissed Kirstie's cheek. She giggled and took his growing beard. Her fingers traced all over it. She loved her father's beard. Her eyes started slowly closing. "Sleep, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. After a moment her tiny hands slowly fell down, as she fell asleep.

"Here you go," Kimy stuck piece of bread in his mouth, nearly choking him. "No talking back," he shook his head and ate it.

"Thank you. You know I would never talk back," he pulled his sister closer and kissed her cheek. "I am going to put her into my bed and take a shower. If anything happens, you know where to find me," he smiled and slowly walked to his bed.

It was still little warm and it smelled like him, so she might not see that much of difference. As he laid her down, her arms wrapped around his blanket. Those small arms. Those little fingers pulled it closer ad if her life depended on it. Mitch went to bathroom, getting ready for his morning shower. He striped out of his shirt and stepped into shower. At first warm water ran down his body, but he slowly turned it into cold one so he would wake up his still sleeping body. He turned at water back to warm and took shampoo.

Kimy was in kitchen with her daughters, making lunch preparations, coffees and teas. She was about to pour water in five cups, when somebody knocked. "Coming," she called and went to look. "Stay in the kitchen," she said, when Lizzie and Rossi wanted to go with her. She opened the door and picture of two cops in front of her  honestly surprised her. "Good morning."

"Hello. Is this house of Mitchell Grassi?" one of the cops asked. Kimy read his last name: Peters.

"Yes. Is everything okay? Did my brother do something illegal?" she asked. Does Mitch keep some secrets from me? He's lawyer, he wouldn't do anything illegal, would he?