Leo had other plans. When Daisy went to the bathroom and came out, she said, "You can go now." Leo then took a quick bath and was done in five minutes. "That was fast," she remarked, and Leo just smiled. After she got into bed, Leo followed a few seconds later. Daisy felt him getting closer to her, and then he started touching her. She flinched and pulled her hand away. "Leo, what are you doing? You said you wanted me to sleep close to you, so what is this?" "Daisy, are you still a child?" he replied before kissing her. Daisy tried to resist, but that night, Leo did not take no for an answer. Daisy cried to the point of fainting before he finally stopped.
The sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Daisy stirred weakly, her head heavy and her body sore. She tried to push herself up, but her strength failed her.When she tried to sit up, her legs trembled.
The door creaked open.
Leo stepped in, already dressed for the day, holding a cup of warm water. When he saw her struggling, he rushed to her side.
"Hey, easy," he said softly, setting the cup down. "You're still tired. Let me help—"
But before he could touch her, Daisy slapped his hand away.
"Don't," she snapped, her voice sharp with anger.
Leo blinked, taken aback. "Daisy—what's wrong?"
She finally met his gaze, her eyes glassy with restrained emotion.
"You weren't gentle last night," she said quietly, each word sharp but trembling.
He stood there, the guilt immediate and heavy. "I—" He swallowed. "I didn't mean to. I thought…"
"You didn't think," she whispered, cutting him off. "You never do. You only act on what you want — not what I feel."
Silence hung between them.
Leo set the glass down and knelt beside the bed. His voice came out rough, sincere.
"I'm sorry, Daisy. I didn't realize I was hurting you. I swear, I didn't."
Daisy looked away, blinking back tears. "You always say that… but you don't know how much it hurts."
Daisy sighed, her fingers trembling slightly as she took the glass from Leo's hand. He watched her closely, every movement careful, afraid to upset her again.
"Drink," he murmured.
She hesitated but finally raised the glass to her lips and drank the warm water. When she set it down, she didn't look at him. Her silence was louder than words.
Leo exhaled softly and sat beside her on the bed. "Daisy… I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and heavy with regret. "I should've controlled myself. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Her eyes flicked to him for a second, anger and pain still mixed together.
"You never think before you act," she said quietly. "Do you even realize what you did?"
Leo rubbed the back of his neck, looking like a man who'd just realized the weight of his mistake. "I do now," he said. "And I hate that I made you feel this way."
Before Daisy could respond, the door creaked open.
"Mummy!"
Both of them turned — it was Kulture, standing there in her little pajamas, rubbing her sleepy eyes and holding her teddy bear.
Daisy immediately softened. "Baby, come here," she said, opening her arms.
Kulture ran to her, climbing onto the bed. Daisy hugged her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. For a moment, all the tension in the room faded.
Leo watched them quietly — the way Daisy's expression changed when she looked at their daughter, the way warmth replaced all the anger.
"Mummy, are you sad?" Kulture asked in her small voice.
Daisy smiled faintly. "No, sweetheart. Mummy's fine."
Kulture looked between them, then frowned. "Daddy, say sorry to Mummy."