65: Yvette

The birthday party ended around 4, and the kids were exhausted that they fell asleep in the car during our ride home. I mean, MY home.

Just like the rides we've had before when we're going back to the penthouse after a day full of activities that the kids are asleep in the car, we keep quiet and listen to the music until we've arrived at the destination.

I don't try to make small talks anymore since the first few times I was only responded with one or two words, or none at all. Perhaps silence is the best ambience.

"Thank you for today," I let out my usual gratitude as I unfasten the seat belt.

"Thank you for the twins."

Hm? Did I hear him wrong? Is he saying thank you to me or it's just my head spinning 'thank yous' since I've been a little nervous about saying it, rehearsing it in my head eventhough I've said the same thing every time he sends me home.

It must be it. Silly me.

"Alright, see you tomorrow? I guess?" I look at him after I'm out of the passenger seat.

"Bye." Wit