"Why's he so fussy today?" Freya said holding Rian in her arms, he wasn't sleeping well. He kept closing his eyes for a few minutes and then waking up again.
"What's wrong baby? It's definitely not a fever, is your stomach hurting you?"
Rian couldn't speak and he just kept whining as if there was something painful somewhere on his little body.
The other three kids were sleeping soundly, so she walked out of their room. She walked down to their living room and sat own on the sofa turning on the television.
She took out her breast hoping Rian was just hungry but he just stared at it like he was being insulted by being offered food.
"Not hungry then, you usually jump at the chance." She sighed. "You miss daddy don't you? He has a lot to explain, can you believe him? Just leaving without explanation. If there was a problem at work he should've just said."
