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“We can share, Hoor,” he says while laughing and adding, “Don’t be like a child!”

I roll my eyes. “I’m being a child, ha? And what about you? Snatching my chocolate milk, is that what big people do?” I utter, glaring at him while he keeps my cup high up in the air.

Gosh, he is such a giant! If I even pounce on him, my chocolate milk will bounce and will get wasted which I truly do not want.

“Come on, I just want a few sips,” he says with a shrug.

I scrunch my nose. “Okay, take some,” I say, sitting calmly and watching his lips curl in a cute smile.

Do not do this! My poor heart is already suffering enough.

He lifts the cup up to his lips and as I watch him, I see him gulping down the entire cup.

“Zahir!” I grip his wrist, snatching the cup but it is empty by the time it reaches me. I stare at it dumbfounded and press my lips together as I lift my eyes to look at my childish husband.

He chuckles, putting down the cup while I am in no mood to laugh at his childi