Hurtling to my house, I didn't bother to knock at the door, instead, I used my keys to unlock the door and barged inside.
I was shook to hot temper when I found out Helena lying on the couch sleeping like a dead cow and Nianna was at the edge of the couch. Such terrible carelessness! She could have fallen! As I noticed deeper, I found Helena's saliva was dribbling on Nianna and she was playfully playing with it, mudding it all over her hands, twirling and whirling it.
I shifted Nianna on her bouncer and immadiately splashed a plank full of water on Helena's face. She woke like a drowning prey, and shifted her eyes to me.
She situated herself up but before she could open her mouth I started grappling with her like baby sibblings do.
"Leave! My god my hair!", she screamed.
"My baby could have died! I trusted you bitch! Not for even couple of hours you could handle her!" I yelled back at her.
"I am sorry bitch! But what did I do?!" she yelled slapping my breast.
"You showered my baby with your drools and kept her at the edge of the couch! What if she fell? Huh?!", I shouted slapping back at her breast.
Suddenly we heard Nianna's giggle that broke our intensity of fight. We both felt like stupids when we saw Nianna checking us out and giggling at our fight. We fixed ourselves and immediately caught by shame, like we stole cookies from our granny's jar.
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RAISING MY HUSBAND'S BABY
Aktuelle LiteraturBetty had detached from her husband since 8 months. She went back to Yorkshire and stayed alone. One evening, she discovers a new born baby inside a basket, on her door step. She took the initiative to call it her baby and raise her. Betty faced di...
