"Y/N, he was obviously checking you out. You can't deny that and you are very aware of that." Sam said. I sighed and shook my head.
He had been telling me this since the moment we got home. We got a night out and also got a little break from our two little angels. I asked my sister to watch them and she gladly did.
She left a while ago since she noticed Sam was a little... pissed. "Sam, you're being ridiculous. He was just being nice."
"Sure, keep telling that yourself, but it won't make a difference to the truth, though."
"Can you just stop? This is so damn un-necessary and childish. How old are you? Jesus Christ." I said while my temper was rising.
I hated when he was like this, aka just being obnoxious and stubborn. It was one of Sam's 'bad' sides. "Childish? Not wanting my girlfriend to be checked out by others is childish? You're fucking kidding me right? I have every god damn right to be angry!
Every time I walk over the street with you, I keep seeing those fucking smirks on their faces while they're looking at you!"
"I've never said a word about it. But I'm fucking done now." He said out of a sudden. He raised his voice with every sentence he said. "Listen, I don't-"
I tried to cut him off. "You're being a-"
"Let me talk!" He yelled in my face, making me stay silent. "We have two kids. You really want to fuck around? Because-"
"Daddy?" I looked behind him and saw Yasmin standing in the doorway with her bear. She looked confused and rubbed her eyes. "Kyle is noisy." She quietly said. She knew what was up and carefully walked out of the door again.
We didn't even notice that our son was crying his eyes out. I sighed while walking upstairs. Sam took Yasmin and made sure she wasn't worrying. "Shh, it's okay."
I assured Kyle while patting his back and kissing his forehead.
After a while he was finally quiet. It always took a really long time before he was quiet.
Still not being recovered from Sam's crap, I walked over to Yasmin's room. "Mommy and daddy are okay." I heard him say.
"Okay." She couldn't talk a lot yet, but she was working on it. "I love you, daddy." I walked in and saw Sam kissing her forehead.
He noticed me and grabbed my hand and walked over to our own bedroom. "I'm sorry." He said right away.
"Me too. I didn't know you thought that way."
Sam shook his head. "You couldn't know. I'm good at hiding feelings." He chuckled.
"Yeah, I noticed." I said rolling my eyes.
"Alright, alright, I'll work on it."
I smiled and shook my head. "Only for you."
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