CHAPTER 88

CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT - No Way Emma's POV How the hell would I tell my overprotective brother and overprotective mate that I wanted to see Sienna and Samuel? They would go insane. "Eat, Emma," Andrew's stern voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked down at my plate and took a piece of toast into my hand. "What were you thinking about, baby?" Logan asked softly as he placed a hand on my back. I looked at him and bit my lower lip. Should I ask them? I probably shouldn't. I knew what they would say. "Emma?" Logan called my name worriedly. "What's wrong, baby?" Andrew growled, reaching out and taking my hand in his. "Nothing's wrong," I said, trying to calm them down. "I just have a question." "Fuck, Em," Andrew mumbled, squeezing my hand tighter. "Don't do this to me." "Sorry," I mumbled, giving him a small smile. Andrew lifted my hand and kissed it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "What question, baby?" Logan asked as he ran his fingers through my hair.