Prim’s POV:
“You got to be kidding me!”
“Hey, little boy! Guess who's back!” I heard Archie say and my baby squealed with glee. The door closed behind us. That sneaky little bastard had just signed his death certificate when he decided to follow me inside. I mean, how hard can it be? How freaking hard was it to understand that I didn't want him inside?
Apparently, he's not very good at following instructions, or he likes to be on my nerves. Any of the two doesn't make me rosier. The day is far from over. I remember we have something important to do. That's why he's here.
“Daddy! You are here!”
“Yes! I was just finishing something, but daddy is here. Did you eat the grapes I sent?”
I glared at Archie, but he continued to act like I wasn’t even existing at that particular moment. Aspen
