Chapter XLI
As days go by, the feelings kinda colder. We're both working and when we're at home, we are very tired and sleepy.
And our temper is getting hotter every time we discuss small things. There is really a problem, we need to communicate.
Yes, we're communicating, but the mere fault is; we're both right.
The double size bed is like a twin-queen size bed na. She will put our son between us when we go to sleep.
I want to reach out but she will dodge.
I don't want the flame to die down. I'll find a way to keep it burnin'.
Any suggestions?




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