Michael's eyes drifted open, and he noticed Layla by the desk. The recent pics he had seen came rushing down his mind. Stretching his legs, he advanced towards him, with poor Layla having no clue of his presence.
He had already decided to have a chat with her regarding the matter concerning those pics and clips. He had no perception of intimacy, let alone a lip-to-lip kiss; more reason for him to clear his doubts about Layla.
Reaching behind her, he sucked in a deep breath, gatherign the courage to question her. After all… his mind still worked as a kid, and right now he was nervous about the whole matter.
"Layla—"
"Ahhh!" She literally jumped off her chair, startled, her toe hit the table, and she ended up falling face-first over the ground. Turning around, she sighed to notice it was none other than her baby husband, Michael.
