#Gwen p.o.v#
"Roberto at least tell me what the hell is going on here?" I asked my husband while tailing on him everywhere he goes. Since the hour Aimee visited, he has been restless and kept going through our stuff without saying another to me. This strange act of his made me upset with him. I mean we are married and I am entitled to know what is going on and why this is happening.
"Tell me Rob, why do you look so distressed and what are you looking for?" I ask him the same question I have been asking him for the past fifteen minutes. I didn't want Micah to see his father this way so I left him in the room next to us leaving the door open in case he cried.
"Gwen baby-" He began and held my upper arm.
"Don't Gwen baby me if you won't tell me what is wrong." I slapped his hands off my upper arm.
