Silvia Davis POV
I immediately pushed Deviant away, distancing myself from him. His words echoed in my ears, filled with annoyance and frustration.
"Why the hell are you running like a mouse caught by the cat?" he groaned.
"Daddy, where are you?" Another voice called out, and I sighed in disappointment.
"We're here, come inside," I replied softly, deliberately ignoring Deviant.
"Mommy, I missed you. Daddy is so bad," a childish voice spoke, melting my heart as if it didn't exist.
Small blue eyes accompanied by pink pouty lips stared up at me.
"What did I do? I just needed time with my wife, which I didn't get," Deviant defended himself.
"Daddy, you didn't buy me any ice cream, and now I'm upset," our daughter complained, her voice filled with disappointment.
"I'm sorry, princess.
