Xander
We cleaned the kids, helped them eat their dinner, then tucked them in bed, read the bedtime story, and they drifted into slumber.
My poor baby must be traumatized and overwhelmed by this horrible experience.
I will make an appointment with a psychiatrist for treatment sessions.
We rose and went out of the room on tiptoe, like ballet dancers.
We opened the door very softly, trying not to wake up our peaceful kids.
We made our way to her room; she got in, and she was about to close the door. I held the door frame and said, "What the hell are you doing, Xander?"
"I need to talk to you."
"about what"
"Let me in first."
"Okay, make it quick."
We walked in, and without a moment's notice, I embraced her from behind, resting my head on her back and enjoying her sweet natural sc
