Candy and Michael's faces lit up with joy as they saw their grandchildren rush over to them. They couldn't help but tear up as they hugged their grandkids tightly, showering them with kisses.
"Hello, our little sweethearts!" Candy exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. Michael chuckled, his eyes shining with happiness.
"We're so glad you're here with us," he said, his voice filled with warmth. The children giggled and chattered excitedly, taking in the new surroundings and the loving attention from their grandparents. Catarina watched the scene with a mix of emotions, feeling a sense of relief and happiness seeing her children so happy. She smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her parents for being so welcoming and loving. As they all sat down to eat, Candy and Michael couldn't help but ask their grandchildren questions, eager to get to know them better.
"So, Apollo, what's your favorite subject in school?" Candy asked, her eyes sparkling with interest. Apollo thought for a moment before responding,
"I like math, grandma!" Michael chuckled.
"That's great, son! I used to love math too." Sasha piped up.
"I like art, grandma! I love drawing and painting." Candy's face lit up.
"That's wonderful, sweetie! I used to love art too. We'll have to get you some new art supplies soon." Fairy, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly spoke up.
"Grandma, can we have a playroom? Pleeease?" Candy and Michael exchanged a glance, and then Candy nodded.
"Of course, sweetie! We'll set up a playroom for you and your siblings. You can have all the toys and games you want." The children cheered and clapped, excitedly chattering about their new playroom. Catarina smiled, feeling grateful for her parents' generosity and love for her children.
After dinner Catarina helped her kids get ready for bed. Catarina didn't speak much at dinner. She helped herself get ready for bed as well she read books to her kids. She walked inside her room she stretched out and she grabbed a blue print drawing. Catarina's eyes scanned the room, her gaze lingering on the high-tech glasses perched on her nose. She reached up and removed the messy bun, her long hair cascading down her back. With a practiced motion, she began to weave the hairpins into her hair, the sharp tips glinting in the light. Her eyes narrowed, her expression intent, as she worked. The hairpins were more than just a fashion statement - they were a tool, a deadly one that she had used before. She finished her hair, her eyes flicking to the glasses, which were now displaying a stream of data. She scanned the information, her mind processing the details, before shutting off the glasses and standing up. She was ready.
Catarina walked over to the window, her eyes scanning the darkness outside. She could see the outline of the city, the lights and shadows blending together in a familiar pattern. She knew this city, knew its streets and alleys, its secrets and its dangers. And she knew that she was not just a mother, a daughter, a person - she was a trained assassin, a killer. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill of excitement mixed with a sense of unease. She was not sure what the future held, but she was ready for it. She was ready to face whatever challenges came her way, to protect her children, her family, and herself. She took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs, and turned back to the room, her eyes scanning the space with a newfound sense of purpose.
As she turned, her gaze fell on the blue print drawing of the hairpins, now lying on the dresser. She smiled to herself, a small, wry smile. Those hairpins were more than just a tool, they were a part of her, a part of who she was and what she did. She was a complex person, a mix of light and dark, of good and bad. And she was okay with that. She was okay with being a killer, with being a mother, with being a daughter. She was okay with being herself. With a sense of acceptance, she turned off the light and walked over to the bed, climbing in and settling in for the night. She knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, new dangers, but she was ready. She was ready to face whatever came her way, with her hairpins, her glasses, and her own unique brand of deadly determination.
These people she lives with are now her family she needs to expect that. She slept for a long time when she woke up her kids where already in school Candy, and Michael took her and Lucas was already gone to work, actually no one was there. Catarina walked down the stairs she wore her pj shorts and tank top she did not wear a bra after all this is her home she walked to beautiful kitchen and she opened the door she heard someone and Catarina became sharp her movements she grabbed the guy flipped him over her shoulder and moved her hairpin straight at the guy.
"I am your twin brother!"
Catarina's eyes widened in surprise as she hesitated, her hairpin mere inches from her brother's face. She had been expecting an intruder, not a family member. She slowly lowered the hairpin, her grip on it still tight, and took a step back, her eyes scanning her brother's face. He was a stranger to her, yet somehow, he looked familiar. She could see the resemblance to herself, to their parents.
"What...what do you mean?" she asked, her voice still sharp, her defenses still up. She didn't know this person, didn't know if she could trust him. She kept her distance, her eyes never leaving his face.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice firm.
"My name is Terry, damn it sis mom and dad said they found my twin sister yesterday I was so excited and happy. Sorry I couldn't welcome you I was doing something, plus with school," Terry said and Catarina flipped her hairpin back in her hair. Terry looked at his sister in horror he heard rumors that his sister was an idiot with no magic talent or any kind of talent and all her grades from school are extremely bad plus let's not forget she is a teen mother. Catarina seemed to have forgotten about Terry.
"Hey sis why did you learn that?" Terry asked.
"Nowhere," she muttered and walked away.
Catarina walked away, leaving Terry standing in the kitchen, looking confused and concerned. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. His sister, the one he had been told was an idiot with no talents, had just taken him down with ease. He shook his head, trying to process what had just happened. He had expected to meet a awkward, uncoordinated person, not a skilled fighter. He followed after her, curious about her past and how she had learned those skills.
"Hey, sis, wait up," he said, trying to catch up to her.
"What do you mean 'nowhere'? Who taught you how to fight like that?" He asked, his voice filled with curiosity.