He peeked inside the room and was surprised to see his three girls inside. His face turned red, looking embarrassed and helpless as Zion continued to cry.
“Not me, Nathalie. Zion’s crying non-stop. I don’t know what to do.” Liam looked tired and taking care of Zion the whole night would be difficult. The nannies had already gone to their rooms, and it would be a burden to go there at this hour.
“Give him to me,” I said, taking Zion from him and kissing him on his forehead. I left the door ajar and sat on the couch.
“I’m jealous,” he uttered in a low voice, but when I glanced at him, he was referring to his kids sleeping comfortably on the bed.
“You’re welcome to stay,” I chuckled. “But you have to bring your own pillow, and you have to find your own space,”
He smiled sheepishly, s
