RHEA'S POV
I opened my eyes to a familiar environment and I sat up to see that I was in my old room. Climbing down from the bed, I yawned and made my way downstairs to find Leah feeding Dylan his food in the living room.
“Who's the good boy? You're the good boy,” Leah said in a funny voice, trying to batter Dylan up to eat his food.
I chuckled and walked closer to her. “I didn't expect you to be so good with babies.”
“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrows at me. “I practically raised you when Mom and Dad would leave you with the housekeeper and go to work all day.”
“I have to admit you did a good job then,” I smirked. “I grew up into a fine young lady and I didn't even take after you.”
She hissed and turned back to Dylan. “You should be sad you didn't.”
“Whatever.” I waved her off and sat next to her. “Do you know where Estefan is?”
