Renia’s POV. “I think you should stop now,” I said with a pained groan. “Why should I? I need to talk to them more so they can recognize my voice. You see I…”“You read it in one of those baby books that babies can hear you talking from the womb as early as seven months.” I interrupted with a sigh then I sent him a glare. “I know you just want to talk to them and make them recognize your voice but…” I paused. “I never imagined that a day would come when I would say this but I am getting tired of hearing you talking about unicorns and rainbows and all of those other boring things you have been talking about,” I said. “And you even try to sing to them too. I am not sorry to tell you this, Raphael. Singing is definitely not your thing. My ears ache from hearing you singing and I am sure the children will agree with me.” I said. He pouted. Yes, he pouted and gave me a wounded puppy look. “But…I just want to talk to them.” He said and I sighed in resignation. “I didn’t say you shoul

Renia's POV. I don't know what you will call a normal marriage and I don't exactly know what a normal marriage is like but I think I and Raphael's marriage has gotten pretty...normal? My parent's marriage is anything but normal. They loved each other so much that it is the only thing, anyone, around them can see but I guess that is what a normal marriage is like. Love. Respect. Understanding and being able to sacrifice oneself. Raphael might not be in love with me just yet but I think he is getting there, he was starting to look at me the way my dad looks at my mum anytime he thinks no one is watching—maybe I was just starting to see things and the fact that I want his love so badly is making me imagine things that aren't real. It is for that reason that I have decided not to say anything about my feelings until he tells me he loves me. "Good morning baby." His husky and deep voice filled my ear all of a sudden and he placed a small kiss on my temple. "Did you sleep well?" He asked

Raphael's POV. Renia has been acting weird since the day before yesterday. The day we went to the club together. The changes in her were not that obvious and you wouldn't be able to notice if you are not close to her. Her smiles seemed forced and she was always lost in thoughts. She barely eats anything now. She just keeps pushing the food around her plate and making small useless talks about the weather and cats and dogs. I didn't read too much meaning into it at first. I just chalked it up to her being tired and needing to rest so I let her be that day but it has gotten to the point that I can't ignore it anymore. She is always staring into space and I even caught her staring at me weirdly when she thought I wasn't looking. I stared at her as she nibbled on that one apple that she has been eating for over an hour now. She had an open novel in front of her. You would think she is very engrossed in the book with the way she was staring at it intensely but she hasn't turned the pages

Raphael's POV. I have never ever been so scared in my life, like never. The fear I felt wrapped itself around me and my heart so tightly that it was almost hard to breathe and my hands were shaking like crazy. I can't fully describe how I felt when I heard her scream or even when her legs gave out. I don't remember how or when I lifted her or even driving to the hospital and when she lost her consciousness— I don't even want to remember it. I have been pacing the hospital halls for more than thirty minutes now. That is how long she has been in there with the doctor and I haven't so much as heard anything from either the doctor or the nurse. Thirty minutes suddenly felt like thirty years. I just need to know she is fine and my children are fine too. This shit is happening because of me. She is lying right there in that room because of me. I might not have hurt her physically but I have done enough damage to her emotionally. I saw the look in her eyes earlier when she was talking to

Renia's POV. I am the one tending to his wounds and yet I am the one flinching. Raphael doesn't look the least bit affected by his burst lips. He didn't even so much as flinch when I applied the methylated balm. "Why didn't you tell me that they already knew?" I asked him and he shrugged. “I knew you would find out in time besides they only found out recently.” He said. I hummed and applied the ointment on his bruise before pulling back and washing my hand. He was still sitting in the same position on the edge of the bathing tub staring at me. “I am sorry about my dad. He has never lost his temper like that.” I said. He nodded. “It is fine. I had it coming. I can imagine how long he must have been keeping it in.” He said. “Right. You did deserve it.” I said wiping my hand off the little towel in my bathroom. “Right.” He mumbled and then stared at me awkwardly as if he wasn’t sure of what to do or even say next. He looked around the bathroom and back to me and I raised my eyebr