CHAPTER 52

It was just Robbie, my baby girl and I in our beach house; it was like we were a small family of three.

His wife did come here, but not as often as she should. Well, I was happy that she was not here that often, but... She claimed she had important business to focus on and gave me some orders to take care of her baby and left just like that for several weeks. If she stayed more than a few days Robbie would pack us up, to my home.

What was their deal anyways?

Speaking of home, mom was calling me every couple of hours. I could not put my finger on it but she was really worried about me more, now-a-days asking if I was happy, was Robbie being difficult or was he hurtful to me.

I told her that I was living like a Prince; then she would cry. Moms!