Chapter 232 Cinnamon Blobs

• Amelie’s POV
• Movie night was a success. Morgan ended up staying over last night and took off first thing this morning. It’s Saturday morning, and we’re attempting to make cinnamon buns. Attempt is the word. I think there has been more giggling than actual recipe following. Dante came up and crashed our girls' day, because he doesn’t know what to do with himself when Kimmy is rehearsing for her new show. He has Eliza in hysterics right now. I love Eliza’s laugh. It’s so carefree and pure. I will not for one minute regret taking her and Logan in. In fact, I’d like to adopt them before the baby is born. I don’t want to hear comments like ‘now that you have your OWN kids, you won’t have time for the others.’ Eliza and Logan are my kids. They might not have my blood in them, but I will protect them and love them until the end of time.
• “Amelie,” Dante called me over. “I think we have cinnamon blobs instead of cinnamon buns.”