It's The Falling in Love

Chapter One-Hundred and Twelve

"Mama?" I hear a little girl call.

I groan, squeezing my eyes. 

"Mama, wake up." The little girl says. I suddenly feel my body feeling moved side-to-side.

I sigh, slowly closing my eyes.

Rose bites her lip as she looks down at me. "What are you doing on the ground, mommy?" She innocently asks.

I furrow my eyebrows, slowly sitting up.

I look around me. That's a good questions... What am I doing on the ground? 

I reach up, gently touching her stomach as I straighten her shirt. 

"What time is it, baby? Do you know where daddy is?" I hoarsely say.

Rose pouts, "It's um... Morning." She says, biting onto her thumb.

I chuckle, slowly getting up from the ground. "Do you know where daddy is?" I repeat.

"Um..." Rose looks around. 

"Daddy is in the bathroom..." She softly says.

"I tink." She mumbles.

I smirk, messing her curly hair. "Thank you, baby. Have you eaten already?" I ask her.

Rose gives me a big nod. "Uh-Huh!" She giggles.

I smile. "Where's your sister?" I ask.

"Um.." Rose looks down the hallway. "She's in the bathroom with daddy." She says.

I look down the hallway.

Right.. Our next child up in line for potty training is little April. She's been doing a great job, honestly. Michael doesn't mind changing diapers or helping the girls in the bathroom, which surprises me. He's the best dad in the world. He truly is. 

"Thank you, babes." I say, sniffling as my nose starts to run.

What the hell happened last night? I frown, placing one hand on the side of my head.

I know I went to Mark's party. Did I get drunk again? Am I suffering through another hangover because this one isn't as bad as yesterday. Michael did tell me he wouldn't always be looking after me when it comes to drinking. I hope he knows that it was somewhat for business.. Right? I met a few models, we talked about our career. They asked me questions, we talk about a big photo shoot coming up.. They told me tha- Oh my god, now I remember. 

Adjo carries his bag on his back. He glances at me, rushing towards the door.

I rub my eyes, yawning. "Have a nice day at school, ba-" Adjo slams the door shut, cutting me off as he leaves for school.

I frown. Is he mad at me? Why is he mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong to him. 

I look down the hallway. Maybe Michael and him had an argument? It's only been about a month and a half since Afia died. Grieving is a very long and hard process to go through. This might take him a little while.

Thank God Michael and I are patient parents. 

Michael walks down the hall, carrying April in his arms.

I weakly smile. "Hey." I say.

Michael glares at me, gently setting April on the ground.

April bites her lip, staring shyly at me.

I grin, "Hey baby." I say, gently touching her soft cheek.

April smiles up at me, "Hi mommy." She squeaks, suddenly kissing my hand.