"I already said I don't know, Mia. Can you stop asking? I'm tired."
After I finished saying this, Mia walked out of the bedroom without paying any more attention to me. Meanwhile, I've been lying on the bed playing with my phone for almost an hour now, just lying here, not moving an inch.
Honestly, I'm not really mad at her, I'm just pouting. Yeah, you heard it right. I'm pouting because my beloved wife hurt my 'little guy.' What if we end up not having kids? Plus, she hit me so hard I almost collapsed, and she didn't even bother to see if I was okay.
What kind of woman is so damn cruel to her husband?
But in the end, I couldn't stand it and had to go find her. When I did, I saw Mia sleeping on the sofa. Heh, she must be exhausted, so I sat on the floor next to the sofa to look at her
