(Mia P.O.V)
The next day morning I got discharged and we get home. We eat breakfast while mom looks after our toddlers. After breakfast, we take them from mom and walk inside our room. I feed them and Nate put them to sleep while mom goes to her workplace to meet her collages.
We get inside the bed to have some nap and fall asleep. After some time we got up when we heard Olivia crying, Nate wakes up and goes to her.
“What’s wrong why are you crying?” I heard Nate asks in a baby voice trying to make her stop crying.
“You are warm? Do you have a fever?” I heard Nate ask her.
“Is she crying again?” I ask him while looking at them.
“She is too warm,” Nate said trying to calm her down, but she didn’t stop and keep crying.
“I don’t like to see her like this,” he said and I can hear the pa
