From the moment Bradley joined the twins, they enjoyed nothing but each other's company. It seemed like a happy fairy tale, in which their father was the charming king, and they were his two beautiful princesses.
However, that night, when they all went to bed, Milka and Jazmin were anxiously waiting for Bradley to tell them a story.
They had been imagining that moment ever since they learned of their parents' existence.
—Let's go, let's go, we're waiting for you, daddy,— said Milka hurriedly.
Layla was in the room, with the two girls lying on one side of the bed. Usually it was her, who read them bedtime stories, but they just wanted a loving father to tell them stories at night.
Bradley came into the room, took one of the books from the shelf and sat on the edge of the bed to read
