Petrus,
I walked inside the house with the baby. I mean Zac, was still in my arms and still chewing on my tie.
I was led to a small kitchen, and I frowned because we have just passed the living room.
“I’m sorry. I was in the middle of preparing dinner before you two came. I hope you don’t mind sitting here.”
The older woman said, and I nodded my head silently as I pulled a small chair around the small table and sat.
Zac started to fuss again, and I heard Natalie coming to the kitchen.
She huffed as she sat beside me, then she put a baby bottle into Zac’s mouth.
He suckled on it for a couple of seconds, then he spat it out and started to cry while he reached out to his mother.
“You know that he won’t take that thing when you are here. I told you that it was wrong to mix between brea
