Oliver doesn't even look at me, he just burry his head into Julia’s chest, hiding from me.
"I'm sorry Oliver, I shouldn't have said those word. I love you" I say kissing the top of his head before leaving the room.
I hoped my baby would forgive me, I hoped for kisses and hugs, but god knows I was mistaken.
Now it's been two full weeks, Oliver still refuse to even talk to me. He only stays with Julia or Noah, the twins decided to leave back to their father house since our house was full of sadness.
We had a puppy, a blessing to the pack but our puppy was heartbroken and sad. He hardly ate or sleep, he wouldn't even look at me.
Me I looked like a mess, I haven't showered, shaved or even slept since that day.
"You look like s**t son" a voice says from behind me.
"Thanks grandma" I repl
