Chapter 103. Noah

“Good night, Hailey.” Uncle Pete yawned, kissing my forehead. “I would say good night to Zaya but I know she doesn’t like that. She’s usually asleep at this time.”

“She’s asleep. Good night, Uncle Pete.”

“Good night, daughter.” He pinched my cheek lightly before heading for the stairs.

I smiled and headed for the children’s bedroom. I found them sitting beside each other, making paintings. Quite messy paintings.

“Hey, did you finish dinner?” I asked.

“Yes,” they both answered.

“Zaya ate all her food,” Noah announced proudly. Zaya responded with a proud smile.

“Why do you have that paint on your hair?” I pointed out.

Her hand flew to her hair where the paint brush was stuck. I moved over to help remove the