“Will you take care of Bethel with me?” Romero asked just as Aliyah lifted a spoon of food to his mouth.

Romero could feel his wife go still against him, he leaned forward to see her face since she was sitting on his laps but Aliyah turned her face away.

Aliyah lowered the spoon back into the plate and made to stand from Romero's laps, he held her wrist, “I am really sorry. I didn't mean to force this on you… I … fuck! I messed this up again.”

Aliyah loosen his grip around her ...