He sneered. "It hurts like hell."
Knowing that he was really unhappy, I leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll apply some cream for you when we get back."
It was only then did his expression ease up. "That's better."
Munchkin stopped crying after entering the elevator. He had fallen soundly asleep by now. After the entire ordeal tonight, I was drowsy as well and could not help but fall asleep halfway through the drive.
I was awoken by the sound of an infant crying and opened my eyes to find that I was no longer in the car. After taking a few seconds to come back to my senses, I looked at Theo. "Give him to me. I'll feed him."
I felt a little dizzy and nearly fell asleep when I was feeding the child in my arms. Theo watched us and felt sorry for me. "That should be enough. It won't be good for him to eat so much at night."
"It's okay, let him..." I yawned."... drink up."
If he had enough, then he would sleep longer in the morning, or else he would cry himself awake in the morning because he was hungry.
When Munchkin was full, Theo placed him in the crib.
I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. I woke up the next day and saw Theo and Munchkin still sleeping. Not wanting to wake them, I got out of bed and tiptoed out of the room.
When I got downstairs, a servant came forward and said, "You have a guest, Miss Wanda.”
"Who is it?"
"She said that her name’s Petra."
Petra?
What was she doing here?
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