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The next morning I woke up feeling a little disoriented and a slight tightness between my eyes, my tolerance for alcohol must have gone to nil if two glasses could give me a mini hang over. I go to check on the kids and see Maria in the living room. “Good morning”

She is already dressed in a purple top and a pair of black pants, healed pumps at her crossed feet “Good morning, sleep good?”

I nod. Looking around before mouthing “Niko?” I don’t know why I’m whispering though. I must have been far gone dreamland when he joined me last night. Guess the men had lots to talk about.

“Gym downstairs”

I nod, he seems to be working out a lot these days.

As the twins are still asleep, I decide on a shower to feel more awake. brushing my hair up into a ponytail.

I’m putting on some moisturizer when Niko enters the bathroom.

“Good morning” I look at him from the mirror.

“Morning baby,” he says, running a hand through his sweat damp hair, the longer strands are down now, falling into his eyes.

I