Noah's little sneeze wakes Rowan up from his sleep. It is 7 A.M. in the morning and the little child seems to have caught a cold.
Rowan places his hand on his forehead checking Noah's temperature. But he isn't running a temperature. He gets up from his bed, goes down to the kitchen and warms up a bowl of milk which he later transfers to a glass.
On his way back to his room, he finds Victoria sitting at the front of his door with her knees bucked to her chin and her arms wrapping around them.
"What are you doing here?" He growls at her, angry at the sight of her.
"So now, I can't see my own child anymore? Do you think it is easy for me...." She tries to say but Rowan cuts her off instantly not giving her a chance to complete her words.
"Noah does not need you to be with me. I should b
