Sana was mad. Not because of their fight. She had known it wouldn’t be long until their first argument came knocking at their door. And this conversation had been branded as argument material before it even began. Sana was mad because this bastard hadn’t even bothered to kiss her after he’d returned to her after so long.

She stepped out of the shower in her towel and usually Dax would scoop her off her feet and take her to bed. But there he stood at the washing basin, one glance at her through the mirror before scrubbing his hands harder. Child.