“Good Godric,” Alicia groaned good-naturedly when she saw how her children were copying Adrian… and she loved every minute of it. Despite everything that had happened, everything her family had gone through, everything they had lost she sometimes felt like the luckiest woman alive, and right now was one of those times.
“The Beatles!” Liam suggested, then thought for a moment. “Or Super Twins!”
“Or AILA,” Isla suggested, surprisingly calmly for her.
“Isla’s not a team name,” Liam sighed. “That’s your name.”
“Not Isla,” Isla said, and Alicia fought to keep a straight face when her daughter unmistakenly rolled her eyes at her brother. “AILA. Like Adrian, Isla, Liam, Alicia. AILA.”