The babies needs their mother.

Isabella turned in her bed the next morning and groaned in pain. Pressing her hand to her head, it hurt a little.

“Maybe it was the wine," she thought, getting out of her bed.

Strangely, she had dreamt of Seth. Remembering it, she felt disgusted and excited at the same time.

“Thank God it was only a dream," she said as she left her room. Stepping into the living room, Isabella noticed Seth curled up in a blanket. He had passed the night on the couch.

“It was not a dream, after all, fuck this hangover.” She said, rolling her eyeballs.

Memories of the last night came back to her, and she remembered walking out on Seth during dinner when he refused to tell her why he was there. With the way things turned out, she expected that Seth would be gone, but there he was sleeping peacefully on the couch.

“Am I admiring him now?” Isabella thought to herself. She had stood there for some time staring at his face.

She walked back to her room quietly and sat on her bed. Checking the time, it was b