Gemma
Larry's eye is swollen shut, his cheek bruised, and there's even a bit of dry blood on his upper lip when I open the door for him. The image doesn't seem to bother Julian since our baby is all hyped up as he wiggles in my arms, eager to greet his daddy at the front door.
"Larry? What happened to your face? Who did this? How?" I rattle off, demanding him to answer my questions as he steps into my apartment with what looks like bags of takeaway dinner in his hands.
"It's nothing, I just need to ice it, do you have some?" He asks while taking baby Jules from my arms in exchange for the bags of takeaway dinner. Dalton has already texted telling me that he's working overtime at the office, so we have the apartment to ourselves for the next few hours.
Baby Julian grabs his daddy's shi
