Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Eight

Roman's point of view:

It has been a week already. Irina woke up from the coma already and she has been recovering.

"I am hungry." She complained.

"I know, Mario is bringing it." I told her.

"When?" She poured.

"Any seconds from now." I replied to her.

"Can we check on the babies then?" She asked me.

"No, we can't just enter the unit anyhow we like. We visited them in the morning already." I told her.

She glared at me.

Trying hard to cry.

"Don't force the tears." I mocked her.

"I need to check on my babies." She almost yelled.

"Sorry, we will visit them again tomorrow." I told her.

"I miss my babies already." She laid back on the bed and backed me.

"What about me? What about me? Don't you miss me?" I asked her as I ran to the other side.

"No, I don't. I miss my kids only." She smirked at me.

"It is funny how you quickly forgot about me. The pains of a man." I snarled.

"You are stressing me out already." She mocked.

I went back to my seat and took my seat.

She woke up almost two days a