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JUNO’s point of view

“Sat!” I yelled all over the house, looking for the hard headed kid who’s hiding away from me, trying to escape his usual ten thirty in the morning bath time.

I looked at my dear husband who’s watching comfortably on the living room couch. His face was stuffed with pop corns while our youngest girl, Mars Avery, who just turned four years old two days ago, was playing with her big barbie dolls beside him.

“Jupiter!” I yelled and his eyes immediately snapped up to me. His dark brown eyes widened seeing my irritated face.

“Babe! W-what’s up?” He kept away the pop corns and rose from the couch to approach me. “What’s the problem, huh?”

“Where is your goddamn son? I was supposed to bath him after Mars!”

“Oh, uh… he said he’s gonna play xbox upstairs?”

“And you let him go?” I asked, brows arched so high the Mount Everest would be shy. My hands rested on my hips and I glared sharply at him.

This man just won’t literally stop spoiling our kids in a subtle way.