She just came home and found Wilmer laying on the couch not doing anything but relaxing when he should have been making dinner for them and the their two daughters who still happened to be playing. She asked him if he had bathed the girls and he hadn’t done that so she started yelling at him while she collected food from the refrigerator to prepare dinner by herself. And when Wilmer noticed what was going on, he took the food from Demi and started to make dinner too.
"Would you please stop it?" She snapped at him. He looked at her with his eyes wide open. "Excuse me? You are the one who should stop" Wilmer snapped back.
Demi rolled her eyes and put the knife down.
"Wilmer, I’m SO sick of you not doing anything!" She ran her fingers through her hair. "I’m sorry Demi, but that’s not true. I’ve had a hard day at work today, okay? I was and am very tired!" He couldn’t help but yell at her.
"I’ve also had a hard day, Wilmer"
"Yeah, I can see that" He murmured.
"You know what? You’re a fucking asshole, I really don’t know how the fuck I could marry you" Demi said, clearly hurting him.
"Same" He coldly said.
"I’m gonna bathe the girls since their dad was too tired for that" Demi walked up to the stairs. "Prepare dinner, yeah?"
She saw him nodding before she went upstairs and entered the play room where the girls where at.
"Mommy!!" Five year old Elisabeth and three year old Isabella ran up to their mommy and hugged her tight, almost squeezing all the stress out of her.
"Hey, babies, how are you?" She kissed their cheeks. "Good!" They both squealed. "Alright, girls… It’s time for a bath, isn’t it?"
Elisabeth and Isabella grunted at first but ended up following their mother towards the bathroom. Demi bathed both of her girls and then helped them into their princesses pajamas.
Soon, they were downstairs where Wilmer was still preparing dinner.
"Daddy, I’m hungry!" Elisabeth whined, only making things worse because Demi gave her husband a death glare.
"Yes, Elisabeth, tell him how hungry you are" She said. Elisabeth whined again. "Daddy, when’s dinner ready?"
"Wait a little more, okay sweetheart?"
Isabella went up to her mom and climbed on her lap.
"Mommy, I’m hungry" The three year old started sobbing a bit. "Shh, baby, shh, I know you’re hungry but your dad was too tired to cook an hour or two ago" Another death glare was given to Wilmer.
"Demetria, can you please shut up already?" He snapped.
Demi put Isabella down and stood up to face her husband.
"It’s your fucking fault that they girls are hungry now!" She yelled really hard, making Isabella cry. Wilmer turned the stove off and walked up to his crying girl to pick her up and try to calm her down.
"You’re making Isabella cry, Demi, stop it, okay?" He tried to sound calm but it was hopeless, she had gotten to his nerves.
"So now I’m making her cry when you’re the one who didn’t prepare dinner and neither did bathe them!" Demi yelled again.
Wilmer rolled his eyes. She was way too stressed and he knew he couldn’t do anything to make her understand.
"You know what, Demi? I’m done with this…" He kissed Isabella’s cheek, put her down on the ground and then went to kiss Elisabeth before he grabbed his coat and car keys.
