Chapter Eighty Nine

"Mommy? Daddy? Are you two fighting?"

Our heads were too fast to turn to the doorway where Damian was standing, curious and wondering.

"Hey, sweetheart..." I left Lorcan to go to our son yet i felt him tailing me behind. I ended up ignoring him. "Why would you ask that? Me and your Dad are cool with each other." I said gently and wiped off the excess ice cream on his chin.

My cutie messy-eater...

"But i heard Daddy shout! So, i suppose you two are fighting!" He stated in a sure tone.

I drifted my gaze from him to shoot it to Lorcan and glared at him. He looked bothered as he licked his lips and eventually, he squatted beside me, in front of Damian. I realized what he's about to do, so I decided to stand up and give him the spot.

"We aren't, son. I was just... I was practicing my voice. You know, Daddy got a sore throat yesterday but now i feel better than the previous hours, now i was trying to keep up with my voice's normal range." He was all serious while telling his made-up alibi