"Alicia?"
"Mm?"
"Can you get her tucked in for me?" Zlatan said, waiting for a reply yet only noticing her staring at him blankly.
"Is everything alright?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Huh, oh um yeah. I'll— I'll get Belle to bed." She stuttered, reaching for the door knob.
"Thanks alot." He watched as the two stepped into the room and shut the door behind them.
*HAA!
Zlatan exhaled deeply, his exhaustion evident. "I'd better—" He had now turned in the other direction, his eyes going past the door a inches away to the other one.
'Mother's room. What was he doing there? I thought he'd disappeared with his so called mistress out of our lives.' He thought to himself, taking light and weak steps forward.