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Tokyo's POV

"Did the two of you had a fight again?" Zanaya whispered while we are facing each other as we seat on the dining, her feeding little Ashton.

My brows furrowed, following her line of sight. My stomach flipped at the sight of the person who had been keeping me awake within the past week, Grey.

I gulped.

Everyone had noticed the sudden change in our relationship. I mean, from the usual avoidance or constant banter these past few months to the cute bickering and all. Well at least to me, it's cute.

"What do you mean?" I asked her. It's true that Grey had been silent ever since this morning but we haven't really talked for more than five minutes since the boys had been painting the walls on the room which will serve as the baby's playroom.

Sure, the baby had a playing pen in the living room but the kid had too many stuff mainly coming from his aunts and uncles. They need to have a place for organized safekeeping.

"Well, your little boyfriend had been scowling ever since this mo