Chapter Sixty Two

"Pineapple juice?" I offered Atticus who was sitting on the sofa while watching Damian playing on the rug.

"Please," i gave him one glass then.

"Mommy, i want lemon flavor!" The kid demanded and i was like, 'why does he have to be this difficult most of the time?'

"Baby, pineapple juice is the only one available." I told him and i got to see his pouting face again. My eyes softened.

"Hmp! Then, i don't wanna drink anymore!" He turned his back on me in a very snobbish manner. What the eff.

"Tell me you don't act like that when you were still young." Atticus said after he took a gulp from his juice. I gave him a look.

"Of course, i wasn't! It's your half-brother, he's that complicated i swear. Like you'll be needing a very long patience to--" i paused immediately when i realized what i was saying. "Oh. I think i have gone too far. Sorry." Shit! Why did i even have to reminisce those things about him?

The sudden silence between us felt so freaking awkward that i wished Sydney didn't hav