TIMOFEY
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it. My hands are a little full at the moment.
I don't want to say Benjamin can sense Piper is gone and is now protesting, but there's nothing else that can explain the last six hours.
Non Stop screaming and crying. Refusing naps. Hurling food the second he gets his hands on it.
I have never touched so many bodily fluids in such a short amount of time in my life. And that's coming from a man who has scooped up human brains with my own bare hands.
"The food doesn't do any good if you don't keep it inside," I grit out, tossing another ruined onesie over my shoulder in the general direction of the hamper. It's buried under a mountain of shit-stained sheets and clothes.
The maids worked hard to make the house as clean as new before we moved back in, but Benjamin has seen to it that his room is a disaster.
Akim offered to watch him for the afternoon. I refused solely because I knew why he offered.
