We got to the cafe and Mike was already putting the chairs up on the tables. I opened the door for Zach, who was still carrying Elliot.
“Uncle M! Look! My dad came to visit!”
There was an imperceptible look that fell over Zach’s face, but Mike cracked a smirk before turning to Elliot. “That’s great, kiddo! Why don’t you head up and get dressed for tonight? Your mom and I need to get everything together.”
“Okay!” Elliot dropped out of Zach’s arms and thundered upstairs.
“The cakes are cooling, ready for frosting.” Mike ignored Zach.
I sighed. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Too much.”
Laughing, I hip checked him as I walked by to the kitchen, but he barely moved.
“You know, if you didn’t lose those thirty pounds this month, I might have felt it.”
“Cállate, pendejo.” [Shut up,
