Love Unspoken

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.

was still asleep, but Sprout was awake, staring at the

routine, picked up Sprout, placed him on the bed,

good Alexander was getting

was full of energy, crawling

woke up, saw Sprout, and smiled,

early. Want

her head and climbed out of

Brandy washed

Brandy to

up their stuff. They were going kite flying

and stumbling

head, carrying

and breezy,

for kite-making materials, filled a big bag, and tossed it in the trunk. Then, he drove

grassy field, once a farm

the materials on

followed, wanting to help but not sure what

stroller and, on 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.

on the kite frame, while Brandy

the stroller, was flailing his arms and legs, trying to stand up and make a break for it, but he wasn't having much

of paper to keep him busy, but he immediately tried to eat it, making her snatch it back. He clung to the remaining half like

open, sternly

puffed up his cheeks, trying to wriggle free, but Quinn was too strong and took

Sprout slapped the stroller and started

a headache coming on. She dug through a nearby box

without even looking and chucked it, hitting Brandy on

forehead, tears welling

annoyed, glared at Sprout. "You little rascal,

at Quinn with teary eyes, pouting and sniffling. His cries quieted down, but tears still streamed down his

stuff and held Brandy's head. "Did