(From Blue's Perspective)
"Dion, I have told you so many tis not to do it. Did you just hit your Daddy?"
"Blue, it's fine…," Dem started.
"No! He will develop the habit," I said sternly. "Go and apologize to Daddy. Hug him and promise to never do it again." Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire
Dion sulked, but hugged Dem just as I said. I sighed and massaged Demian's scalp. The days were getting ssier, but at least, I was not alone.
Dem brought all his work in our bedroom and did the work when he got a chance after spending ti with the kids, mainly Dion. Demian would not go to Dem.
"I don't know what's worse. Demian cries really a lot. Even at night," he said as he played with the sli toy. Dem liked it better than Dion who it belonged to originally. "And Dion, watching Demian, thinks it's a very good thing to cry and throw a tantrum."
"He saw how Demian gets to be carried every ti he cries and got an idea," I said. "How is your work going?"
"You don't have to worry about that too, my love. You are stressed enough already," he said gently. "My work is going fine. I have put pressure on the duke because his kids are not like mine and surely don't cry all day and demand attention. He can work that much easily."
"So, that's what Iris was saying in the letter. She said the duke barely gets out of his office and when he does, that's to go out for work. It was no one but you putting pressure on the poor duke."
"He can handle that," Dem shrugged. "Dion, co here and sit down for a mont. How do you always have so much energy?"
"Kids have a lot of energy. Just think about how much Demian cries, but never gets tired. It's scary."
I had a nap that afternoon since Demian fell asleep after I fed him. The uneasy feeling never truly went away, but I learned how to cope with it.
When I got up, Dem was working. He looked busy with so paperwork. I put Demian down from my chest and made my way to the bathroom. My legs felt numb and I stretched my hands and back. It felt like heaven, to be honest.
"Ugh… Fuck," I cursed as my hips hurt as soon as I sat in the tub.
The water felt nice. A bath had never made feel better than this.
My stomach was quite big and I could not care less about that. These days, taking care of the kids took away all my energy and I had no more energy left to think about how I looked.
Besides, my husband did not care. Even if I stank of pee and did not take a shower for days, he would still hug and tell he loved . Sotis, I wondered if he was lying, just to make feel better.
I closed my eyes for a bit.
Maybe I was relaxing a little too much, as when sothing fell on the floor right beside , I jumped up.
"Sapphire!" I panted as I found none other than my cat in the bathroom. Sapphire had run away when the soap box fell. "Damn it, Sapphire!"
"You okay?" Dem ca running.
"I'm fine. The soap box… Did Demian wake up?"
"No, he is sleeping," Dem replied. "Are you sure you are fine?"
"Yes, I am. I just… Gosh, I can't even take a bath in peace."
"Do you want to help you?"
"And leave the kids alone? No, thanks. Just stay with the kids. I won't be able to relax at all if they are unattended," I said.
Dem did not say anything. I was not sure if I hurt his feelings. But we truly should not leave the kids alone. Even if the doors and the windows are locked, I could not think about leaving them alone.
He left the bathroom door open. He always told to keep it open, especially after I gave birth, since he feared I might fall and he would not be able to hear .
After the bath, I returned to the bathroom without looking at the mirror. Staring at the mirror would not do any good.
I went over to Dem who was busily writing so letters. I smiled at him and he smiled a little hesitantly in exchange. Did I not smile at all in the past few days? Was it so surprising that I did now?
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He put down the quill and pulled towards him by wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Just writing a few letters," he said.
"Oh… You know, I think we ought to go on a date."
"We do. But we have kids, dear."
"Yeah, that's the thing. We have kids, but sotis I feel like instead of bringing us closer, the work we do for the kids are only driving us away. It's like it is separating us."
"No, honey. That's not the case for sure. Surely, we work all day and have very less ti to spend together. I still think it's not separating us."
"Is that so?"
"Don't you believe ?"
"I do… I really do. I want to."
"The uncomfortable feeling… Don't get mad, but can you explain it to ? In words? Properly? I'm afraid I still don't understand. I know you have said it…"
It was no surprise that he did not understand. I never made it too clear after all. I always got mad every ti the matter ca up. What could I do? It was just too difficult to explain and even I felt like I was going crazy.
"I don't know myself either," I said slowly. "It's just… Even when I'm just sitting there on the bed, I would get the feeling that sothing bad is going to happen. Sothing is coming closer… Sothing horrible… And I don't like it. I don't like this feeling. It's simply bad and really uncomfortable… Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I do."
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