“Of course not! Mom loves you so much,. Tomorrow, your mother is going to visit you and spend the night with you; is that all right?” I asked.
“Good!”
The children all spoke at the same time.
The phone hasn’t hung up yet. Sean Matthews came in. As he heard my voice, the dark eyes in his face shifted.
As Susan saw him walk in, she rose up to make room for him.
The children are continuing their conversation around the telephone–
“Mum, I want my gun!” the boy yelled.
Duke said.
“And my Rabbit!”
“My kite!”
Doris.
“Mine…” Debbie.
“… ball point!”
Dylan slowed down a beat and said.
I thought Sean Matthews had given them enough, good enough.
I was unprepared for them to still be thinking of items around the house that didn’t add up to a total of one hundred dollars.
Does this mean that they don’t want their mother when they have a father?
My emotions were so fragile that I was on the verge of crying, but I restrained myself “It’s OK,; I’ll take care of it for you tomorrow. Now sleep good, okay?”
“Good!”
The children spoke out at the same time and asked Susan, “Sean Matthews is not here, is he?”
I was upset, and I must take responsibility for it.
He is the one who is pushing for me to go. Is he really being that reckless now?
Susan looked flustered. Before she could take any action, Sean Matthews grabbed her mobile phone and disabled the hands-free feature. “I’m here. What is it that you want to say?”
“…” I was taken aback by that. I was caught off guard when I saw him arrive at the scene.
Susan tucked the children up and made sure they were quiet.
The viewpoint of Donna Davis
The door was opened and Sean Matthews emerged. “You seem to communicate very well just now, did you? Why didn’t you say it?”
“What’s wrong with them that they’re sobbing like this? ” I will endeavor to speak in a quiet tone.
“Don’t worry. Come and have a look.” Sean Matthews has a chilly demeanor.
I clamped my teeth together and said no “No. Mr. Matthews, taking care of children involves more than simply providing them with material satisfaction; it also involves fostering their spiritual development. You need to follow them at all times, but particularly while they are out at night.”
“Since you don’t come, shut up.”
“I… hello?”
I am not yet done with this. The call was cut off at that location.
As Sean Matthews entered the room, he handed Susan her mobile phone and told her to “go out.”
“Yes.”
Susan go out and bring the door.
point of view of Sean Matthews
I walked up to the bed’s edge, sat down, and stared into their innocent eyes before hushedly picking up the book of fairy tales that was sitting next to me and asking, “do you want to listen to the story?”
“Yes!”
The children’s voices had a velvety quality.
I didn’t show any emotion when I opened the book of fairy tales.
Who would have guessed that I would be patiently recounting fairy stories to five infant babies right now? Who would have believed that?
After reading a few different tales, I don’t think one month is enough time to cover everything.
But it doesn’t work.
The children stared at me with wide, adorable eyes, and they did not seem to be in the least bit drowsy.
“Not good?”I questioned.
“Dad, are you able to sleep with all of us?”
Dora asked.
I was taken aback by such a request, and after a moment of reflection, I scowled and said, “now that you are so grown, you need to learn to sleep by yourself.”
“Woo woo…”
The adorable little one paid no attention to what I had to say. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her lips was completely expressionless. She was often on the verge of bursting into tears.
“Don’t be a baby!”
My voice sunk.
The children exhibited signs of fear. I instantly said to them, “I’ll sleep with you!” as I saw their little lips tremble and open in preparation for wailing.
The children’s eyes were filled with eagerness as they gazed at me.
I eventually agreed to the terms of the compromise after raising my hand and irritably rubbing the space between my eyebrows.
I was completely unprepared for the fact that there were so many people sharing my bed.
My rule is that there can’t be more than one more Donna Davis in bed. There are now a total of five more!
As I looked at the five chubby children who were sleeping on the bed, I believed to myself that my fecundity was so powerful.
This time, I didn’t wait for the kids to start causing issue for me before I acted. I woke up.
The moment I opened my eyes, all of the children who had been sleeping alongside me were now positioned such that they were resting on my stomach.
Particularly Dylan on the chest, the baby’s plump face, which is snorting, a finger is still trapped in his mouth, and he is sucking every so often.
I raised my eyebrows and stretched out to grab Dylan’s garments before picking them up and putting them on.
Dylan’s arms and legs, which were on the shorter side, hung limp and he did not wake up. He hummed two times before returning to his slumber. He resembled a little rabbit that had been picked up and carried about.
I placed him in a separate room, rolled him over onto my stomach so that he was laying on his back, and then I shifted the pillow to the side.
As I sat back down, I see there is one less.
After looking underneath the bed, Duke rolled over onto the plush cushion that was next to him and fell asleep on his back.
This is by far the most uncomfortable of the five possible sleeping positions.
The fact that I was already in the top group when the morning started was really intimidating.
Just before five o’clock, Bruce Scott strolled into my office and presented me with a significant piece of paper.
I collected my dark eyes, and then I let them to fall, slowly and intently, on the page.
Why didn’t Donna Davis go to work for the company?
I questioned as if it were unintended on my part.
“I haven’t been there since I resigned.”
Bruce Scott looked at Sean Matthews’ face, pondered, and said, “I’ll go to the company.”
I remained silent, acting as if the situation had nothing to do with me.
The ability to read the facial emotions of others is Bruce Scott’s strong suit. After spending so much time , it is tough to avoid coming to that conclusion.
“Later on, I’ll look at Ms. Davis’s most recent activity line,”.
After that, he grabbed the papers and got himself ready to go.
I said, “don’t go.”
Donna Davis’s pov
I’m eating noodles at home and reading the recruitment information on my mobile phone.
It is imperative that I find work.
I’m looking for it. The screen becomes black and white. There is a call coming in at this time.
It’s a somewhat peculiar number.
I answered the phone since I assumed someone from a corporation had contacted me for an interview “hello? This is me.”
“Donna, I’m dad.”