Love Unspoken

Chapter 1483 Quinn scrambled off Alexander. "You okay?" Alexander sat there for a bit, and Quinn squatted down next to him, looking all worried.

After a moment, Alexander looked up and said weakly, "Were you trying to chopwith an axe or something?" Quinn glanced at the axe in her hand, freaked out, and tossed it aside. "No way! I knocked on the door forever, and when you didn't answer, I thought something bad happened." "Were you gonna bust down the door?" Alexander asked.

Quinn bit her lip, looking guilty. "Maybe..." Alexander got up and helped her up too. "Relax, I just dozed off and didn't hear you." Quinn eyed him suspiciously. "Really?" "Would you believeif I said no?" Alexander shot back.

Quinn just stood there, speechless, and followed him out of the room.

Alexander took a few steps and coughed.

"What's up with you?" Quinn asked, concerned.

"Just a little cold," Alexander replied.

Quinn touched his forehead; it felt cool, not hot.

"Why were you hiding in the study when you have a bedroom? Up to something again?" Quinn asked.

Alexander smiled helplessly. "What could I possibly be up to?" Quinn shrugged. "Who knows." "Alright, let's head downstairs." Alexander wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the bedroom.

Brandy was still asleep, but Sprout was awake, staring at the ceiling.

Alexander, used to this routine, picked up Sprout, placed him on the bed, and changed his diaper.

Quinn watched, noticing how good Alexander was getting at diaper duty.

After the change, Sprout was full of energy, crawling all over the bed and slobbering on Brandy's face.

Brandy woke up, saw Sprout, and smiled, touching his head.

Quinn picked up Sprout. "It's still early. Want to sleep a bit more?" Brandy shook her head and climbed out of bed, her legs dangling as she got down.

Alexander took Sprout from Quinn. "Get Brandy washed up. I'll take Sprout downstairs for breakfast." Quinn nodded, helping Brandy to the bathroom.

After breakfast, Alexander packed up their stuff. They were going kite flying today.

Brandy was excited, running and stumbling towards the door.

Quinn shook her head, carrying Sprout to the car.

It was a perfect day-sunny and breezy, just right for flying kites.

Alexander drove to the store for kite-making materials, filled a big bag, and tossed it in the trunk. Then, he drove the family to the countryside.

They arrived at a grassy field, once a farm but now a popular kite-flying spot.

Alexander spread the materials on the ground.

Brandy followed, wanting to help but not sure what to do.

Quinn popped Sprout into the stroller and, on a whim, grabbed a camera from the trunk. After fiddling with it for a bit, she snapped a pic of Alexander and Brandy squatting on the ground. But, she wasn't exactly a pro with the camera, and the shot cout kinda dark.

Alexander was on the ground, pulling out glue to start on the kite frame, while Brandy was right next to him, trying to help with the wooden sticks.

Sprout, in the stroller, was flailing his arms and legs, trying to stand up and make a break for it, but he wasn't having much luck.

Quinn handed him a piece of paper to keep him busy, but he immediately tried to eat it, making her snatch it back. He clung to the remaining half like it was a treasure.

Quinn pried his little fingers open, sternly saying, "Open your hand!" Sprout puffed up his cheeks, trying to wriggle free, but Quinn was too strong and took the rest of the paper away. Frustrated, Sprout slapped the stroller and started crying.

Quinn felt a headache coming on. She dug through a nearby box and found a toy. "Here, play with this. Be good." Sprout took the toy without even looking and chucked it, hitting Brandy on the head.

Brandy sat down, holding her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes.

Quinn, annoyed, glared at Sprout. "You little rascal, you're asking for a spanking!" Sprout looked at Quinn with teary eyes, pouting and sniffling. His cries quieted down, but tears still streamed down his face.

Alexander put down his stuff and held Brandy's head. "Did it hurt?" Brandy shook her head, touched her forehead, and got up to keep working on her kite.

She was always so well-behaved, making Quinn feel a pang of guilt.

Maybe Brandy thought that being good was the only way her parents wouldn't leave her. Olivia had told ve Brandy the sthing when they weren't around. Quinn had also told Brandy to be good at hwhen they left. And when they cback to Brandy, it reinforced her belief that her good behavior had brought them back.

Quinn and Alexander exchanged a knowing look but didn't say anything.

Alexander turned back to Brandy, patting her back. "Brandy, can you helpwith something?" Brandy looked at him and then nodded happily.

Alexander asked her to hold down the wooden sticks, and she did so with all her might, afraid she wasn't using enough strength. Quinn sighed wistfully and looked back at Sprout.

He was such a little troublemaker, already knowing how to sulk. Sprout bent over, sticking his head into the stroller.

With no other choice, Quinn picked him up and put him on the ground, thinking she could give him an extra bath later.

Sprout was immediately happy on the ground, crawling towards Alexander.

But Sprout wasn't going to help; he was going to cause trouble.

As soon as he reached the kite, he grabbed a wooden stick and pulled hard, undoing Alexander's work.

Alexander's forehead vein twitched, and he picked Sprout up and put him aside.

Sprout crawled back again, and Alexander moved him again.

Though Alexander was clearly frustrated, Quinn found it oddly heartwarming. She raised the camera and took another picture. Sprout was so mischievous; she would definitely use these photos to tease him when he grew up. With a click, the moment was captured forever.