When it was nine o'clock at night, Luna was in the upstairs room where she usually slept with Ethan. She packed some of her clothes into a suitcase, while Ethan sat on the edge of the bed staring sadly at her leaving.
"Are you seriously going, Luna? I couldn't bear to be away from you from our babies." Ethan got out of bed and walked over to his wife who was packing in front of the closet. He hugged the young mother from behind with teary eyes.
"Didn't I give you a chance by not forcing a divorce? Then let me go to calm down. I'll just get cranky if I stay close to you and our baby will be affected because I'm still breastfeeding them." Luna let go of Ethan's embrace and continued her activities of packing clothes.
"How long will you be gone?/when can I pick you up?" Ethan asked sadly.
