Chapter 4

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Suddenly, there was another 𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘒! at the same time a bright pink handprint appeared on Zayon's other cheek.

Zayon stared at Nya, his heart pounding in his chest. He was thinking of what he was gonna do to Nya right at this moment. If looks could kill, Nya would've been brutally murdered. Zayon's look was intimidating and fierce, and even Nya was getting afraid. Zayon's thoughts were running around his mind with no control whatsoever. He had angry thoughts, wanting revenge, sympathetic thoughts, wanting forgiveness, sorrowful thoughts, wishing for comfort because his face was burning with pain, and more. Nya on the other hand was getting more and more comfortable with standing up to her husband. But that was about to change.

𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘒!

Nya's whole face started to turn an alarming shade of red. She was absolutely shocked, not knowing this would be the outcome of slapping her husband. She really thought that she was gonna get away with every pink handprint she made on her husband's face. Nya looked at her husband, who still looked at her like she had slaughtered his entire family.

"W-what..." Nya muttered. She closed her mouth. Nya raised her hand to comfort her face, and Zayon jerked his face back. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺... Nya thought. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳...

Zayon's eyes were twitching as he was trying not to cry at the pain that was growing more and more monstrous at a perilously exponential rate.

𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥! Zayon thought. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘒!

Another bright red handprint appeared on Nya's face, except on the other cheek. Now both Nya and Zayon had marks on both sides of their faces, and both faces were reddened with anger.

"Um, Zayon, what is going on..." Someone asked quietly. "Are you okay? I'm gonna go rob the lady now..."

Zayon smiled like a devil at his wife. Whenever Zayon smiled like that, Nya thought that he looked like the Joker.

"You look like a fucking clown." Nya stated coldly.

"You 𝘢𝘳𝘦 a fucking clown." Zayon snickered.

"You should go fuck yourself." Nya hissed. "Oh, your dick's not long enough to go up to your asshole."

"I love how you talk about my dick like you can get anybody in the world to fuck your fat ass."

"It's not like you get any pussy other than mine."

"I let you believe that statement only because we have a family," Zayon pointed out, "and I don't want to break it up, yet."

"Yet? Are you possessed?"

"Maybe I am."

"You probably are!" Nya raised up her hand to slap Zayon's face once again, but he caught it just in time. Nya's stomach did backflips when she realized what position this put her into.

"Don't try that shit again." Zayon said in a warning tone while giving Nya a death stare. She looked away from Zayon and tried to let her hand go free from Zayon's grip. He let Nya's hand loose and rolled his eyes at her. Nya scampered out of the room like a squirrel trying to escape a drunk driver with speeding car.

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. Nya thought, annoyed by the reality - Zayon was stronger than her and had a lot more power, therefore, she shouldn't try to fight with him or things may go terribly wrong.

Nya trudged to her room and flopped on her bed. Jayden had left the room, probably to go to his own. Nya sighed and looked at her fancy window complemented with extravagant blue curtains with gold hints. She loved this window and curtain, a beautiful gift from Zayon, but she wanted Zayon to change more.

She and him have different rooms because apparently, he felt "too disgusted" to sleep with a "pile of fat" at night. Surprisingly, no tears fell after thinking about how Zayon ridiculed Nya to the point where he made her sleep in another room. She was used to it.

Nya looked around and glimpsed at a beautiful photo she wished she could revert back to - two happy twenty-year olds with shiny white smiles, one a male and one a female. Both were at a nightclub and looked a bit drunk, but still genuinely happy and satisfied with the way things were going.

A single crystal clear tear could be felt trickling down Nya's face. Her skin was sensitive and dry, so the path the tear had went was visible on her face. The path looked so much brighter and moisturized than the rest of her face. Another tear started to form, and it instantly fell from Nya's eyelash since her head was now tilted down to face her lap. The tear fell to Nya's lap and her leggings absorbed the tear in less than a second. There was a dark spot on her light pink leggings, right where the tear had been absorbed, and Nya tried to spread it by vigorously rubbing across the area; however, no such luck.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰... Nya thought sadly, staring at the picture. 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. Another tear made it's way onto Nya's lap.

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺...

𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨!

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯!

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦...

𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴!

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨...?

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"Raegan! Raegan! Wake up."

A five-year old girl with hair darker than the blackest black and pale skin (traits she got from her father), Raegan - Nya's and Zayon's daughter, twisted and turned in her bed, found another comfortable position, and went back to sleep.

"Raegan!"

Raegan started to be shook viciously. She blinked a few times, yawned, then stretched her arms and legs out straight. She was finally awake.

"What do you want?" Raegan muttered while rubbing her eyes. Another question quickly popped up in her head. "Actually, want time is it?"

"It's about 1 PM." Jayden replied. "It's also about time for you to get up."

"Who's forcing me to wake up?"

"Nobody."

"Then let me sleep! I have school tomorrow."

Jayden sighed and folded his arms. He walked over to Raegan's backpack, took out her pencil case, unzipped the rainbow zipper with a unicorn on the zip, grabbed a pair of scissors, and shoved the pencil case back in her backpack, not caring if her school utensils got messed up inside her bag.

"If you don't wake up RIGHT NOW, I'll cut your hair for good." Jayden warned.

"You wouldn't!"

"I won't, because you're up. If you go back to sleep, then say goodbye to your hair."

"If I have to say goodbye to my hair just for sleeping, you'll have to say goodbye to your eyes for the same reason."

Jayden looked surprised at how cruel his little sister could be. "Yikes."

Raegan sat up. "Don't 'yikes' me. It's yourself that you should be 'yiking' to."

"'Yiking' isn't a word, dummy."

"Whatever."

Raegan stood up and stretched a little more, getting all the good cracks in her knuckles and joints that are very satisfying to hear. She arched her back while standing and cracked it.

"Ahhh, that was a nice back crack," Raegan smiled. "Did you hear that?"

"Yup!"

She put her left hand on her chin and her right on top of her head and cracked her neck. It also made a nice sound.

"Wow, that sounded so nice." Raegan said. "It felt nice, too!"

"Well that's good for you." Jayden said sarcastically.

"What do you even want from me?" Raegan asked suspiciously. "You woke me up for no reason, watched me crack my bones like a creepy old man, and now you're giving me attitude?"

"You actually cracked your joints, not bones."

"Ok, and? I didn't ask you to correct me."

"You don't have to ask."

"Ok well your opinion wasn't needed."

"That wasn't an opinion, it was a fact."

"Well no one asked for your fact. Conversation over." Raegan clapped her hands twice and walked out of her room. She was starving and needed something to eat. Her older brother was bothering her so much! She just needed some time away from him sometimes. But the truth was, Jayden really liked spending time with his little sister, is was just that she sometimes acted senseless, which is the reason why he wasn't always nice to her. But he woke her up today because he was bored and wanted someone to talk to. Mommy wasn't on the list because she was boring and always said that she was too weak to play tag whenever Jayden asked to play it. Daddy wasn't on the list because Jayden was afraid that he'd yell at him again. He would've been perfect for this type of circumstance - if not for the terrible encounter that happened between them. Raegan was the only person left. But now even SHE didn't want Jayden around.

Jayden moped around the house like a stray dog wandering hopelessly around the streets. He eventually picked up his tablet, even though he wanted a real human more. Jayden's tablet was one of the newest models and a very expensive tablet, gifted by his father. But Jayden wished that he had someone he could talk to instead of playing games on a bright screen all day, like some people do, such as his father. He played a few racing games for about an hour, put his IPad down, and wandered to his mother. She was laying on her bed, doing nothing.

"Mommy, can we please go to Jalil's house?"

"Jalil's house?" Mommy repeated.

"Jalil's house." Zayon confirmed.

"Doesn't he live like - an hour away?"

"Yes, but please? I'm so bored."

Nya sighed, thinking about how long and annoying the drive from here to Jalil's house would be. But she didn't like knowing that her children were bored, so she accepted.

"Ok bubba, you can go there with Raegan."

"Um, ok." Zayon said. "I'll go tell her the news."

"Alright, after that, you guys can go get ready."

Zayon ran over to the kitchen, happy that he had an excuse to talk to his little sister. He arrived at the kitchen and instantly picked up the buttery scent. It smelled like someone had just made popcorn. He looked around the kitchen and caught his sister stuffing her face with handfuls microwave popcorn. He made a face before saying anything.

"Raegan! Mom says she wants you to get ready - we're going to my friend's house."

Raegan had muttered something, but she was kind of incomprehensible with all the popcorn in her mouth.

"Repeat what you just said - I didn't hear you." Jayden informed.

"𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?" Raegan repeated, more clearly this time.

"My new best friend, Jalil."

"Uh, ok, I'll go get ready."

Jayden left the kitchen and went to his room to get ready so he could go to his new best friend's house.

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"Zayon, could you please drive the kids to Darla's house?"

Nya hated talking to her husband or asking him for a favor whenever the had fought recently, but she had to because she wasn't in the mood to drive an hour just so her two children could meet their friends. Now she was asking her husband to drive an hour, and she was expecting the worst.

Zayon perked up instantly, like a dog being offered a treat. "Darla?! Of course I can drive there!"

Nya looked surprised at the sudden approval to her question. She thought Zayon would instantly disapprove at her favor and chase her out. She'd expect someone like Zayon to curse her out and maybe even throw an item at herself. But none of that happened. Nya wanted to scream of happiness that her husband wasn't acting grumpy around her. But she managed to keep it within herself. Nya noticed her husband's excited smile and his twinkling eyes. His mind was going crazy with thoughts, but she didn't know which ones. He seemed like he was looking forward to heaven, so Nya commented on it.

"You seem excited."

"It's just that Darla makes such good..." Zayon paused to think. "food."

Nya gave Zayon a funny face. "Food? I'm already here for that. I can cook."

"Her food is just... gourmet,... like,... it's amazing... and it satisfies your hunger..." Zayon's voice trailed off. He stopped talking for a few second then finally opened his mouth to say something. "I should probably stop talking about her food."

"No, it's fine. What does she usually cook?" Nya asked, wanting to improve her cooking skills for Zayon.

Zayon looked quite puzzled. He didn't know what Darla cooked. He didn't even know 𝘪𝘧 she could cook. Zayon thought for a moment. "Um, she cooks catfish sometimes."

"How does she cook it?"

"Like, baked."

"Ooh, ok, I'll ask for recipes." Nya smiled. She wanted to make baked catfish for her husband so that he might like her more. Little did she know, Zayon didn't care about baked catfish from Darla even one bit.

"I'll definitely drive the kids to Darla's house." Zayon said in a sweet tone. "Don't bother yourself. Never bother yourself. Sit down and relax."

"Oh, that's ok, babe." Nya replied. "Remember, I'm going to ask for a recipe for baked catfish."

"Oh, um,-"

"Don't bother. I can drive them." Nya smiled. She was so happy that her husband didn't want her to bother herself. Even after this whole argument, he was still acting kind and didn't want Nya to stress herself out, and Nya really appreciated that.

"By the way, thank you for not wanting me to stress myself out, you are literally so sweet."

"Um, you're welcome." Zayon muttered. "But I really, really wanna drive. You can just stay home! I'll text you her recipe!"

"Do you want to drive that bad?"

"Yes. Pretty, pretty please?"

"Ok, fine." Nya said, rolling her eyes as a joke. Zayon pumped his fist up in the air. He looked back at Nya and took both her hands.

"I love you so much, I'd never want you to stress."

"I love you too, Zayon!" Nya smiled. She felt so relieved that she and Zayon were on good terms again. She loved Zayon so much because even though he could be so cunning and unkind, whenever he wasn't, he was a loving and funny husband and father. Whenever he was respectful to Nya, he had an alluring, addicting personality, the one Nya fell in love with. He made Nya feel like she had the best husband in the world. But that could all disappear whenever he acted leprechaunish and cruel. When he acted foolish, Nya swore on everything that she hated her husband and she would leave him for good soon. But then he starts acting sweet and sugary, then she starts to love him like she did again, and it's an unhealthy and toxic cycle that keeps going on and on.

Zayon put on a puffer jacket, not before putting on some sweatpants over his boxers, and walked out of the room.

"Wait!" Nya called to Zayon.

"What?" He responded.

"Are you going to her house in a puffer jacket... and no shirt underneath?"

"Um- oh! I forgot my shirt." Zayon said. "Thanks so much for reminding me."

"No problem! Glad to be of help!" Nya was all smiles knowing that she had helped Zayon. But little did she know, she was just making Zayon more frustrated. Zayon walked over to his drawers and picked out his favorite shirt.

"'No problem! Glad to be of help!'" Zayon muttered quietly in a voice that made him sound like a clown. He put his arm through the sleeve. "Fuckin' hate you, stupid ass bitch."

He eventually got his shirt on and wore his puffer jacket over it. "Bye, I'll be going now!"

Nya waved goodbye and Zayon headed for the door to go out of the room. He walked into the living room and saw that none of his kids were ready yet.

"Guys, get ready, let's go!" Zayon yelled. He rocked back and forth and thought about what would go down in Darla's house. Zayon was SO ready for it. Soon enough, footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard and a little boy and girl could be seen.

"We're ready now." Raegan announced.

"Ok, let's go!" Zayon said. "Wait, I have to do something."

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Nya was so jubilant that her husband was thinking about her well-being.

𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳!

𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵!

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩!

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦!

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦... 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵...

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴.

𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩!

She kept thinking about how great her life was and how amazing her husband treats her. Nya thought about her kids and how much she loves them in her life, too. Nya smiled as she heard the living room door creak open and close.

𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯, 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. Nya thought elatedly. She walked over to the living room to get a snack, and walked past the couch. But something was wrong - Nya looked back and saw Zayon's favorite shirt.