In My Daughter's Eyes

Apart but Together

It was a week into their stay in The City, when Sharna had ultimately made up her mind.

"Ar?" She asked around the apartment. "There you are." She whispered as she found him rocking Noah down for his nap.

"Hey, Princess, what's up?"

"Let's go back to LA." Sharna stated.

"My God!" Artem laid Noah down, closed the nursery door, and pulled Sharna into their bedroom. "Are you mental?"

Sharna was baffled. "What do you mean 'am I mental'?! I'm sorry, but we have our careers in our hands!"

"Well, what happened to protecting the kids? The press won't let up if we go back!"

"Since when do you care? Weren't you the one that said 'we'd figure this out'?!" Sharna defended herself.

"Yeah, I did, and getting here is figuring it out if you ask me!"

"What source of income to me have right now?!"

Artem looked around as if the walls could give him answers to defend himself. "Okay, if you're going to just forget the fact that we have two children we don't want raised in these circumstances, fine. Go to LA. Fine. I'll stay with the kids then." He walked out of the bedroom door, slamming it shut.