Three years later.
"Shh, little Quen. Here... here's your milk." I immediately grabbed the bottle of milk beside me, and let little Quen have his milk.
I closed my eyes in frustration when he ignored me and continued on weeping.
"Oh, little Quen. Please stop crying, please, please. I need to go, now." I've wanted to cry together with him in frustration.
Lucas tiptoed his feet as they climbed upstairs. He was holding a cake in his other hand, while his son's hand on the other."Mommy won't like this. She hates waking up at midnight." Blue, their first born, said in a grumpy tone of voice.He wanted to laugh, because he knew that Blue was the one who hates waking up at this hour. But for sure, his son will be much annoyed at him. And a hundred percent sure, he won't cooperate with him anymore.Latest chapter