Chapter 83

Joyce's POV

"We're home, darling," I declared when I stepped into my house with Rafael in my arms.

Rafael didn't respond just as I wanted, which got me thinking. What was he upset about again?

"My baby, did something happen today? Talk to me," I asked in a low voice, a mix of concern and apprehension surging through my body.

He pouted and looked away, refusing to answer.

"Rafael, I'm exhausted right now, so please don't stress me further. Tell me what's bothering you, " I asked, failing to curb my frustration.

His face gradually morphed into a frown as he wriggled around, making it uncomfortable for me to cradle him.

"Put me down," he demanded with a tiny scream.

"Really? Is that what you want?" I asked but got no response.

With a deep breath, I placed him on the couch and gave him one last look. The little brat was acting like I wasn't there anymore.

"It seems we now have two grown-ups in the house," I laughed nervously. He sometimes acted like an adult, which made me wonder