Khaat said nothing. She would be forever haunted that she had thought these triplets were Robs and now they just didnt' know. The fact was that they might never ever truthfully know. Magic somehow left a larger margin of error in a few freaky cases than muggles had. And she wasn't ready to have more. Not with five.
And even then, it wasn't really five. Miseria would be graduating this year and that meant that Khaat and Brian's time with Dakota was precious and limited. She didn't see Miseria as just simply forgetting that Dakota existed. She figured that Mis would graduate, get a job, and come to claim her daughter to raise herself. And she had every right to want that. Khaat had always said that Mis could take her and raise her when the time came, but the truth was that Khaat was the only mother Dakota had ever known. She called Khaat Mama and she called Brian Dada. Khaat just could no longer see her life without Dakota in it. She had always loved children, and even before she had her own children, she had guardianship of more children than most people would ever consider doing. Not because she made money on it. Quite the contrary. She supported them financially. It cost her money. She never made anything on it. Never. The few times she did get paid, she funneled the money directly into the care of the child and then some.
Brian had always said she was a good mother. Eli had loved her because she was so good as a mom with him and with his own daughter, Fauve. Eli still preferred her as to his own father, Viktor. But all of that didn't change the fact that when she knew that she had not given Brian, the love of her life now, a biological child of his own, it hurt. She loved the triplets, but that hadn't been supposed to happen. After Abbey, she and Brian had chosen. Decided. They would have one. Together. Theirs. And now they had five? How the hell had things gone so screwy?
She merely got up quietly and looked at her father. "II need a walk while the kids are quiet," she said softly.
"Want some company?" he asked, sensing her mind racing.
"No thanks. I just want some sun and fresh air."
"You need a bodyguard," he said. "At least at a distance."
"No I don't," she said almost angrily, leaving the house.
"Brian," Robert prompted, but he needn't have. Brian was already on his feet.
"I'm on it," Brian said. "I already get it. I'll talk to her. Can you lot get something going to get her mind on? Maybe menu planning for the wedding or something about flowers, or something? She needs to get her mind on something else. I'll be back with her in a few minutes."