NATASHA'S POV:

"Miss Natasha, why is my Daddy and Uncle Dante fighting?" she pouts, looking at my direction as I sort out my clothes in the closet.

What should I explain to her now...

"Baby girl, grown ups have misunderstanding at times. But it's okay, right?" I began.

She nod her head in agreement...

I don't know if she actually understood what I've just said

"But when we fight, we make up. That is, we make peace" I said, walking close to her.

"So, that means Daddy and Uncle Dante are not fighting anymore now?" she asked, looking at me with her cute, innocent eyes.

"I don't know that baby....