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Arzaya

[2 days later]

"MOMMYYYY!"

I hear a loud cry as I rummage through the cabinets in the kitchen. Immediately, I take out a bottle and pour the mixtures in.

"Mommy!" I turn around to see my 3 year-old daughter, Marie. "Maxxie is c-wying!"

"I know, baby. Mommy's just gonna finish this."

Marie looks up at me in her beautiful hazel eyes. She looks so much like him.

The moment I get the bottle ready, I rush out in the living room to get Maxxie. His 9 month-old self is crying as I carry him.

"Shh, baby. Mommy's here," I whisper, rocking him on my arms. "Come on, baby. Drink your milk."

Maxxie remains crying, moving his face out of the bottle. I sigh, pushing my hair away from my face. This has gotten really exhausting.

The moment I hear a car pulling up on the garage, I almost sigh in relief. I put the bottle down and rock Maxxie on my arm as I attempt to calm him.

Then the door flies open, Marie rushes with her little feet and a huge grin on her face.

I smile. She was such a daddy's girl.

"Daddy!" she squeals.

"Hey, babygirl!" Stephen lights up as soon he sees our daughter. He quickly drops his bag, lifts her up and kisses her. "How's my baby girl?"

Suddenly, Maxxie stops crying at the sound of his daddy's voice and I almost melt.

"Aww, you hear Daddy?" I coo on my son.

Stephen approaches us and peeks at Maxxie from behind me.

"Ahh!" he playfully surprises him. Maxxie giggles with wide honey eyes. "Isn't that my little boy?"

I smile at my husband and he returns it, giving me a quick but loving kiss. I love it whenever he comes home after consecutive road games.

While I made Maxxie drink from his bottle, Stephen rests on the couch and opens the tv. Marie joins him and happily shows him one of her drawings.

"Wook, daddy! I drew you and mommy," she says.

He takes it with the same level of enthusiasm. "Oh, wow! That's amazing. Thank you."

"She couldn't wait to show that to you since yesterday," I tell him, walking towards the couch.

"Really?" He smiles and looks at Marie who's now playing with her toys at the carpeted floor. Then he turns to me. "How've you been?"

"It's hard to look out on two kids, but your mom occasionally visits and helps me around," I say in reassurance.

He rests an arm around me. "I'm sorry, mommy."

A giggle escapes my lips.

"S'okay. Not your fault your rarely at home," I consider.