"Mama! Mama! Ma!!!"
Noah's cries echoed through the room as both Gabriel and Casaio tried in vain to quiet him.
"You said he never threw tantrums! What's this? He's only screaming for your wife. Gosh, my ears hurt," Casaio complained, leaning back on the couch and squeezing his eyes shut.
"That's because of you! I gave you a simple task, feeding him milk while I was checking a few work things, but look what you did. You broke his favorite milk bottle," Gabriel snapped at his brother.
Gabriel glared at Casaio, who was currently covering his face with a decorative cushion to muffled the sound of Noah's high-pitched wails.
"Mama! Maaa!!!" Noah shrieked again, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Gabriel kept patting his back.
"I didn't mean to break it!" Casaio defended himself, his voice muffled by the pillow. "It was slippery! How was I supposed to know he had such an emotional attachment to a piece of plastic? It's just a bottle!"
