A.N: Kindly reread the last chapter in case you haven't read the edited version. Sorry for the short updates recently. My birthday is coming (February 22) which made me a bit busy with my personal life. :D
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Aimee’s POV
I feel someone poking me from behind. I turn to face him and see my son smiling shyly at me. I kneel in front of him and left the bag that I am organizing.
“Yes, baby?” I ask and playfully messes his hair.
“Awe you still mad at daddy?” he pouts. My lips parted to say something but suddenly, Cleya appears behind me. She jumps to me and hooks her arms on my neck. “Yeah, are you mad at dad? You two are not talking,” she says.
I am grateful that Cleya is slowly becoming a cheerful girl. She’s also comfortable with me. We thought it is going to get hard, but Cleya is
