Marcus's Pov
Being a single father was a lot harder than I remembered.
Not because the boys were difficult.
Far from it.
Marcus Jr. and Dillian were wonderful children.
But ever since Maggie left, every responsibility had somehow become mine.
Breakfast.
School runs.
Laundry.
Homework.
Doctor's appointments.
Bath time.
Story time.
Somehow, I still had to prepare lectures, review manuscripts for the publishing house and answer the endless stream of emails waiting for me every morning.
I finally understood why people said mothers were superheroes.
I was barely surviving one week.
My phone rang just as I finished loading the dishwasher.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Professor."
It was Debbie.
"Good morning, Miss Greene."
"I just wanted to remind you that the publishing house mee
