Caden didn't want to think about what kind of trouble they could get into if things got to the point where she actually did have to start bringing them to the studio with her. He could just imagine Marcus and Jacob being bored as hell watching the girls dance, and being annoyed with the fact that their mother wasn't giving them her full attention while they told her repeatedly how bored they were. Lizzie would probably want to just mirror Estella as she taught her students whatever move they needed to learn.
"Well at least this time the sitter didn't just give up because one of the boys broke her nose..." He nearly cringed as he thought about the bloody mess he had come home to, the woman who had been watching their kids sitting in the living room explaining how Jacob and Marcus had been playing catch with one of the many breakable items in the house and she had gotten caught in the middle while trying to get it back. That was the first and the last time he'd ever hire a squib as a babysitter.
When Estella nearly toppled over, Caden was able to move forward fast enough in order to catch her just in case she hadn't been able to grab the bar in time. Again, he had a concerned look on his face.
"Can't say it is."
He replied, carefully moving her down to the ground so that she was able to sit, crouching in front of her. He lifted one of his hands to swipe back her hair, which was sticking to the beads of sweat that had built up along her brow line. He had assumed it was from dancing, but he was startled at how hot her skin was.
"You're burning up..."
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