Bobbie blinked at Olivier who was grinning widely at their son’s logic. She rubbed her forehead, “Jesus Christ.”
“One,” Olivier’s lips turned up as she groaned with the realization their game was back on. “I’ve let you off the hook for days now.”
“Mom! You have to kiss Dad!” Ollie grinned and clapped her hands exuberantly.
“Later,” Bobbie nestled further into the bed and kept the stuffed toy against her. “We’re still talking, and we’re distracted.” She waved at Olivier, “let’s keep this going please?”
“Certainly,” he winked at her. “Where were we?”
“Your papa thought mom was a thief so he made a plan to take us away from her so you could have us all to yourself.” Ollie reminded him with a flourish.
“Ah, right. Well, my papa thought he was protecting me. He was very scared I would nev
