KIEL'S POINT OF VIEW
"Damn, love. You should call me love, not Kiel; even though that was my name, I don't want you to call me that. You don't love me anymore?"
"I loved you."
"Loved, so you don't love me anymore. I hate you." With a narrow eye, I went back to the kitchen while pouting my lips. I cook and ignore her, even though she keeps calling me "love".
"So you want to ignore me all day?"
"Fine, then ignore me." I heard her stomp her feet and walk out to the kitchen.
"Daddy, Mommy is crying."
I rush toward her and wipe her tears.
"Love, stop crying. I'm not mad anymore." She looked at me, trying to hold her laugh.
"Love!" And she burst laughing.
"You made me worry; you guys sit down; I will prepare the breakfast." I went back to the kitchen and prepared everything I heard them laughing about. While I was putting plates on the table, they were shocked and drooling, seeing how many foods I cook for them. I even prepare coffee and milk for both of them.
"Let's eat."
