Anya was angry because she felt that Phil disliked her tears.
Worried about waking up her sleeping daughter, she did not lose her temper but pursed her lips and glared at him before turning around and walking quickly out of the bedroom with a glass of water.
Phil felt her anger but was confused. He had to follow her and stop her when she put the cup on the table and walked toward the door.
Anya silently wore her shoes.
He asked, "No more time with her?"
Though breaking up with her, he knew she wanted to stay longer to be with their daughter after they met the baby for the first time, so he tried to stop her from leaving.
On the verge of crying, Anya replied in a tone tinged with anger, "No. I have to go. Otherwise, you would be irked by my tears."
He finally figured out the whole thing and felt wronged since he never disdained her tears.
From the first time he saw her, he thought she was the best woman in the world.
As she was ready to go, he stopped in her way and added, "I don't mean that. I have the same complicated feelings as you. The moment I see her, I also couldn't fight back my tears.
Anya snorted and didn't believe a man like him would shed tears.
"Just a joke. I'm sorry. Don't get angry." He apologized.
His apology made her cool off.
Anya had to collect herself and pouted. "You used to tell me not to fight with you about anything. As long as I cry, you won't be angry. But now, when I cry, you feel impatient. Obviously, when you don't love me, my every move would irritate you."
Phil was speechless as he found that his explanations didn't work.
It was also not the time for him to reason with her. He just wanted her to stop being angry and stay a little longer.
As Anya returned to the living room, the baby in the bedroom woke up and started crying, attracting their attention.
"I'll get the formula ready. Can you change her diaper?" He asked tentatively, trying to give Anya a chance to stay longer with the baby.
Besides, without him in the bedroom, Anya could change the diaper more calmly, or she might get frustrated by her clumsiness.
Anya nodded and Phil walked out.
She clumsily gave her daughter a new diaper, then gently held the baby in her arms and soothed her.
The baby crying hard just now turned calm in her arms.
Anya was elated and gently kissed her forehead. "Do you like me? I love you, my baby."
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