"Alex, I can't sleep." How can I when I fought with him a few minutes ago and now he's refused to sleep in the room? "Come sit here." He tapped the sofa for me to sit next to him as he continued what he was doing before, drinking his liquid bit by bit and starting at the sky. "You're not sleeping in the room? This place seems cold."
"I got a blanket for you and the babies, you don't have to worry when daddy's here." He said proudly. "You staged all this didn't you?" "And you fall for it as always." He chuckled for me to keep a livid face. I don't know what's so funny with my angry face that he always mocks me for.
"Ouch, it hurts." I held my Tommy earning his full attention. "Are you alright baby?" His mocking voice was gone, exchanged with a worried tone. "Your son just kicked, and it hurts." He smiled. "I guess he took after his mother, I and my daughter are one." Alex pegged my lips chuckling lightly.