FOLLOWING the sound of laughter, Becca marched towards the kitchen.
A smile formed on her lips when she saw her mate and daughter.
Mira is holding a fork in her hand. It has a piece of cake with icing on it. Her other hand has a portion of white icing on it and it's about to reach the child’s cheek.
“Mom!” The child shriek when the frosty icing made a mess on her face.
“Now, you are my sweet baby Janni.”
Her daughter’s giggle chimed in the confinement of the kitchen.
More than six years ago, Mira told her that she wanted to have a child in the house. They have been together for the same amount of time.
Becca understands that her mate was envious of her friends who have a child of their own. Thinking that her mate wants to use her own DNA so that the witch genes would prosper, s
