“What do you mean, I’m going to a ball? Do I look like Cinderella?” Pamela Brown raised one eyebrow at her unusually perky Nari and glanced down at the precious pink-cheeked baby she was holding.
Pam loved babies. She’d spent so much of Paulie’s infancy trying to keep him safe, it seemed so far away now. Getting cuddle time with little Celia and Melly was her favorite time of day.
She loved those twins to pieces and was honored when the Nari had insisted that Pamela allow them to call her Aunt Pam. The memory still brought tears to her eyes. She couldn’t wait to spoil the little princesses when they were old enough. Even her son was enamored of the twins.
“Auntie Pammy-wammy is gonna get dwessed up weal pwetty and go to a dancy-wancy, yes, she is,” Elissa cooed and babbled to the infant she was currently dressing, and this time, both Pamela’s eyebrows went sky high.
Ookaayy.