Layla
Hardly had I left the bathroom when Nathan dashed and dragged me to his nursery.
"Come, come..." His little feet hurried along the long hall. I clutched the towel around my body, my hair profusely dripping.
"Come and see what we made!" He chirruped, sliding into the nursery.
We? Did he mean Henry? Was this in the nursery?
"Layla, he's..." Henry appeared, and I immediately turned around, very flushed. I was in a towel, for God's sake! I wanted to leave at that instant, but Nathan rushed towards me, grasping my hand.
"Mommy, come, come..." He cried.
"I'll be right back, Nathan. Mommy must put some clothes on." I managed to say. I couldn't face Henry, not when I was literally n***d but on a piece of fabric.
"But I want you to see my big car now..." He clamored.
"Nathan, come on
