Love Unspoken

Chapter 1483

Chapter 1483

Quinn scrambled off Alexander. "You okay?"

Alexander sat there for a bit, and Quinn squatted down next to him, looking all worried.

After a moment, Alexander looked up and said weakly, "Were you trying to chop me with an axe or something?"

Quinn glanced at the axe in her hand, freaked out, and tossed it aside. "No way! I knocked on the door forever, and when you didn't answer, I thought something bad happened." "Were you gonna bust down the door?" Alexander asked.

Quinn bit her lip, looking guilty. "Maybe..."

Alexander got up and helped her up too. "Relax, I just dozed off and didn't hear you."

Quinn eyed him suspiciously. "Really?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" Alexander shot back.

Quinn just stood there, speechless, and followed him out of the room.

Alexander took a few steps and coughed.

"What's up with you?" Quinn asked, concerned.

"Just a little cold," Alexander replied.

Quinn touched his forehead; it felt cool, not hot.

"Why were you hiding in the study when you have a bedroom? Up to something again?" Quinn asked.

Alexander smiled helplessly. "What could I possibly be up to?"

Quinn shrugged. "Who knows."

"Alright, let's head downstairs." Alexander wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the bedroom.

Sprout was awake, staring at the

placed him on the bed, and

good Alexander was getting at diaper

the change, Sprout was full of energy, crawling all over the

saw Sprout,

early. Want

of bed, her legs

Brandy washed up. I'll take Sprout downstairs

Brandy to

stuff. They were going kite

excited, running and

shook her head, carrying Sprout to

day—sunny and breezy, just

to the store for kite-making materials, filled a big bag, and tossed it in

at a grassy field, once a farm

materials on the

to help but not

a whim, grabbed a camera from the trunk. After fiddling with it for a bit, she snapped a pic of Alexander and Brandy squatting on the ground. But, she wasn't exactly a pro with the camera, and the shot came out kinda

out glue to start on the kite frame, while Brandy

was flailing his arms and legs, trying to stand up and make a break for it, but

him a piece of paper to keep him busy, but he immediately tried to eat it, making

little fingers open, sternly saying,

Quinn was too

Sprout slapped the stroller and

a nearby box and

and

forehead, tears welling up

at Sprout. "You little rascal, you're

sniffling. His cries

stuff and held Brandy's head. "Did

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