Breakfast And More

Halfway through her journey back to sanity, Baby could barely make out coherent words for her little girl.

With her hands clinging to his arms, and his, firmly wrapped around her waist, Baby knew she was caught in the act.

Devastation rushed in with great tide at the realization that her little girl might know exactly what they'd been doing.

She was downright flushed; the stench of her juice lingered on the table; her lips were swollen from his kisses. They were all there – everything to point out what nastiness had gone on minutes ago. Still, with the last ounce of hope, she prayed her little girl doesn't figure it out.

"What happened?" Angel gasped at the broken plates on the floor. "My China!" They were hers; her favourite to be exact.

"They fell–" Diam finally picked up his words, and lowered his head to stare into Baby's eyes. –"from your Mama's hands. It was an accident."

Startled by his lies, Baby could only gawk at him. His daring gaze had her speechless. There was more to hi