~ Chloe ~
When Emery came back, she briefly explained what she and Sam had agreed to, then left to her room, which meant I was the one to put Donald to bed that night.
“Why is Mimi angry?” He asked, his voice tiny and sleepy once he laid on the bed.
“She's not angry, hon.” I gently ran my hand through his hair. “She's just very tired.”
He nodded, his small eyes drooping. “The man that came… Is he really my daddy?”
The question surprised me. I hadn't expected Donald to understand anything that was going on.
“Go to sleep hon.” That was all I could offer, as a better one didn't feel right at the moment.
His lips spread to a cute smile before closing his eyes and going to sleep.
After a soft sigh, I headed to my room, took a shower then changed into my nightgown before heading to bed.
