(From Blue's Perspective)
"Dion, I have told you so many times not to do it. Did you just hit your Daddy?"
"Blue, it's fine…," Dem started.
"No! He will develop the habit," I said sternly. "Go and apologize to Daddy. Hug him and promise to never do it again."
Dion sulked, but hugged Dem just as I said. I sighed and massaged Demian's scalp. The days were getting messier, but at least, I was not alone.
Dem brought all his work in our bedroom and did the work when he got a chance after spending time with the kids, mainly Dion. Demian would not go to Dem.
"I don't know what's worse. Demian cries really a lot. Even at night," he said as he played with the slime toy. Dem liked it better than Dion who it belonged to originally. "And Dion, watching Demian, thinks it's a very good thing to cry and throw a tantrum."
"He saw how Demian gets to be carried every time he cries and got an idea," I said. "How is your work going?"
