Interrupted Thoughts

Octavia’s POV

“Via! Via! Via!” Little Arlo tugs at the hem of my shirt, making me lean to one side. “What is it, my little firefly?” I grin, lifting her up onto my hip and tickling her softly.

“Hehehe!” The sweet four year old giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Let’s watch a movie tonig...