Chapter 40 – Not My Type

(Red’s POV)

I sucked in my lips to suppress a laugh because I had stopped the car already, but Aya was still asleep, snoring and not waking up no matter how many times I tapped her shoulder. I knew my men were on standby to help me if she had to be carried into the bedroom, but she was fun to watch.

“Aya,” I raised my hand and lightly brushed off the strands of hair on her face like I was afraid to touch her skin.

“Hmm?” She shifted her seat. “Almost there, mom,” she murmured and sighed.

I felt guilty for giving her a hard time today, but I only wanted to point out the hassle of going out with my children. Yet Aya bravely took the responsibility and made the kids ecstatic with their brand new experience, something I doubted Scarlett could do. I remember her crying when I asked her to join me observed the market by going around the shopping mall. At that time, we had three kids already; Violet was four, Green was two, and Blue was still a baby by then. The nannies were with us, carryin