Chapter 72. Feelings

After Amari's first birthday, time seemed to accelerate. Carl and I often found ourselves discussing how fast our daughter was growing, now even learning to walk.

"Papa," Amari called out.

We both turned to her.

"What is it? What does Papa's baby need?" Carl asked, helping her walk towards him.

"I can't sleep," she complained.

Carl glanced at me, and I just shrugged.

"Do you want to sleep in my room?" he offered.

Amari replied, "How about you sleep with us?"

"Amari, you know we can't all sleep in one room. Papa has his own room, and so do we."

"Why is it like that, Mama?" she asked. "Based on what I've seen in movies, Mama and Papa should be in one room."

I shot Carl a glance as if to say, "What do we do with this?"

"Darling..." I sat down in front of Amari and gently stroked her hair. "There are some things you don't quite understand yet about what you're asking," I explained. "Just because you have a Mama and a Papa doesn'