Worse Than Giving Up

Chapter 34

Sven's POV

"What?" Sven asks, and I chuckle slightly, although it's a very nervous chuckle.

"We went out of the pack lands, and Bard got shot." I repeat, and his eyes widen even more.

"Are you stupid?" He asks me.

"I'm not, but Bard is, so that's why we got in trouble." I say, even though I know that it's my fault as much as Bard's.

"What if you got shot instead, and they managed to kill you?" He asks me, and I roll my eyes.

"Nothing like this happened." I say.

"I don't care!" Sven tells me angrily, so I frown in annoyance, and I make sure that I won't shout at him, before I answer.

"I wouldn't go there if I knew that we will see hunters." I tell him, even though I'm sure that he knows it.

He frowns in annoyance, before he decides to go upstairs, so I follow him.

I stop him from closing the door to our bedroom, before I walk inside, and I look at him, while he sits on the bed.

"I'm sorry." I say, even though I already apologised more than once.

He rolls his eyes, but it seems that he doesn't want to argue with me anymore, so I sit next to him, and I give him a hug.

"Leave me alone." He tells me, but I just shake my head.

"I will take care of the kids for the rest of the day, and tomorrow." I tell him, and I guess that this is enough for him to forgive me.

"Great." He says with a smile.

I have no idea why he doesn't like to play with out kids, but I guess that's it's just not something for him.

Thankfully, I'm more than happy to stay with our kids, so he can rest often.

I guess that it might be because I didn't have to take care of them alone for over a year, and I didn't have to carry them in my womb for a few months.

We hug for a few minutes, before one of the kids starts to cry, and then he pushes me away.

So, I groan, before I go towards the kids' room, which used to be a guestroom, before they were born.

I have no idea why Devonte never allowed his kid to have this room, because they almost never have guests.

But it's his house, so I decided to not ask him about it.

Especially because all of the kids now have their own rooms.

I quickly taken the kids out of their cribs, and I take them downstairs, so I can give them something to eat.

"Dad?" Jeff says.

"He won't be her today and tomorrow." I tell him, and I can see they he's not happy, but he doesn't try to argue.

I wonder how much the kids can understand, but I know that Jeff gets most of the things that I say, so I guess that he's pretty smart already.

I quickly make the milk for them, and I give them the bottles, before I decide to watch a football game, because I know that I will get bored of looking at the kids soon.