Diana's POV
I watched Nathan as he threw toys and cups and whatever he could get in his hands all over the room. He was mad because I asked him if he wanted a bath. Usually he enjoys taking baths when he has a mid fever. Today however? He seems to detest the idea of bathing.
So I just let him throw his little tantrum. The shadows under those small eyes made my heart clench. I hated how miserable he was. And I was getting tired of no one wanting to help him.
So with a lot of a wary heart I began packing things into Nathan's diaper bag, grabbed a few things of mine and then picked a still seething Nathan up in my arms. He hit, pinched and tried to bite my arms and hands so I would put him back down.
I gritted my teeth and just let him go at it. As I left the apartment Nathan began to cal
