You're Mine

chapter 168

"Hey, do you wanna talk now?", Amelia asked her husband when she joined him in the bedroom. It was naptime, the three smaller kids were sleeping, and Layla was quietly playing in her room.

"No, thank you.", the redhead replied. He was laying on his side of the bed, working on his laptop. He heard his wife sigh as she took off her slippers and climbed under the blanket next to him. "Are you going to nap too?"

"What else would I do? You aren't talking to me, so I might as well just sleep when I get the chance to.", the neurosurgeon replied, sounding somewhat desperate and disappointed as she faced away from him.

"So, you are mad at me.", Owen concluded, not receiving an answer. "Perfect.", he said, shaking his head. "Are you on your period or why are you so bitchy currently?", he provoked her, pissed about the fact that she was angry at him.

"Are you kidding me, Owen?!", his wife raised her voice. "I wanted to have one normal day like any other family, and you just destroyed that...again. Just shut up and let me take a nap before I end up leaving."

"I would say that's what you do best...running away from whatever bothers you, but I don't want you to be hit with the truth.", her husband continued, listening to her controlling her breathing. He knew she was about to explode and as crappy as his behavior was, if she was mad at him, she would stop trying to get him to talk to her, which was his plan.

"You are such an asshole!", the brunette accused him and left the bed to go sleep elsewhere. "No wonder you don't have a lot of friends.", she shot back. She had just wanted to help him, there was no reason for Owen to be so mean to her.

"That is not a nice thing to say, Mama.", Layla pointed out. She was peeking out of her room since she had been on her way downstairs to fetch herself a glass of water and had overheard her mother's last sentence.

"No, you're right, it is not.", Amelia admitted, closing her eyes to take a deep breath. Her daughter was totally right, her words had been rude, and she shouldn't have lowered herself to her husband's level of treating others like that when hurt. "I am going to apologize to your dad later.", she promised. "What are you up to?"

"I wanted to get a water from downstairs.", the seven-year-old shared. "And you?", she curiously wondered as she followed her mother into the kitchen, where she prepared her the drink she had wanted. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, Sweetheart.", the neurosurgeon smiled at her kid. "I was going to take a nap, but now I don't want to do that anymore, so how about some Layla and mommy time, if you're up for it?"

"I love Layla and mommy time!", the young brunette exclaimed excitedly. "We can continue our drawings, where we have to paint each number with a certain color.", she suggested and watched her mom nod. "Okay, I'm going to put on my painting-clothes."

"I thought you wanted to take a nap?", Owen questioned as he found his wife at the dining table waiting for their daughter after he had searched for her. "I am sorry about earlier, I was out of line, Babe."

"I don't wanna hear it.", Amelia told him. "You knew what you were doing, and you were doing it intentionally. So, you don't get to just ask for my forgiveness five minutes later because you've realized that maybe you shouldn't have been rude to me. Go back upstairs, I am having Layla and mommy time and I don't want to see you right now, it's causing me a headache."

"Daddy!", Layla's face lit up upon seeing her father. She jumped into his arms to embrace him tightly, before she whispered in his ear: "I have to kindly ask you to leave Sir, since I am having Layla and mommy time and this means there can't be any other people here.", she joked. "But I still love you very much!", she giggled.

"Fine, I'll work some more upstairs then.", the redhead granted his daughter's wish of her being left alone with her mama. He waved at the little girl before he glanced at his wife, who didn't even look at him, she just wanted him gone. And honestly, he couldn't blame her for it.

"Mommy, why are you angry with daddy?", the seven-year-old wanted to know, surprising Amelia with her question since she had thought she wasn't showing her bitterness towards her husband in front of her children. But once again, her daughter seemed to be smarter and more observing than she had originally believed.

"I am not exactly mad at him.", her mother lied. "He is just a little annoying because he's been having those mood swings lately and it gets on my nerves.", she explained. "Like when your brother has them, it annoys me as well."

"Yeah, that's really not funny at all.", the little brunette agreed. "But I didn't realize daddy was having them too. Maybe it's because he's kinda old.", she innocently shared her thoughts and shrugged, making her mom laugh.

"He is.", Amelia chuckled, of course just joking. There were younger parents than her husband, but it wasn't like he was already fifty or something like that. "You can't ever have them, okay?", she demanded, staring at her kid, who giggled as she nodded. "Pinky promise!"