/ here I am and ready to take heads, I mean.. I'm ready to write so ❤️ this and I'll come to YOU.

Good morning, bastards.

No, no, no. Don't repeat that...

HENRY QUINN GOLDBERG.

Enough with this attitude. If I say don't repeat it, you don't.

Good boy. Tell me, how did you sleep?

Βaby... Are you afraid at nights? Want to talk about it?

Look what we'll do, baby.. Every time it's storming, you'll be sleeping with us, yes?

I promise. But we have to tell dad too.

Yes, baby, he loves you more than anything in this world.

We need to talk, Goldberg.

Yes? How much do you love me?

That's you. We need to talk.

Even more than daddy? — ah, look what she's doing. —

Have you any problem by saying /we/ lately or is it an idea of mine? Anyway, it's about our son. Remember? You have a son.

That's what I wanted to hear. And I love you to the moon and back, my treasure.

Your mind is still thinking the unimportant neighbor, no?... Well, to important matters. Our son is afraid to sleep alone, so every time he's afraid, he'll be sleeping with us.

Of course and he does...! More than anything in the world... Why?

Darling, your dad adores you, I promise... He just... He just works a lot.

"Yes and maybe this is how you two will bond more. Do you know that he thinks that you don't love him?" And even if she sighs at first, her tone is very angry later.