Aimee’s POV
Clyver is caressing the back of my hand. We are still inside his car and he is currently parked in the open space right in front of our agency.
“Do you really want to go to work today? I think you need more rest,” he says. His hold tightens in my hand. He intertwines our fingers and kisses the back of my palm.
“I’m fine. Really.” It’s been a week since I haven’t walk out of our house. My mom and dad were so strict that they don’t even let me lift any document that is related to work.
Silence envelope the car. Good thing that I prepare early this morning even my meeting will be held an hour before lunch time. It’s only nine in the morning.
“How do you think our kids will cope up? How about Cleya?” I ask and faces him. He look back at me and smile.
“Cleya is smart and a
