Marcus Pov
Children have a funny way of making you forget your problems.
Even if it's only for a little while.
Saturday morning arrived sooner than I expected.
The boys were already awake before I was.
I had barely opened my eyes when my bedroom door burst open.
"Daddy!"
Marcus Jr. jumped onto the bed while Dillian climbed up from the other side.
I groaned dramatically.
"What is this?"
Marcus Jr. laughed.
"You promised!"
"I promised what?"
"The park!"
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock.
It was barely seven in the morning.
"You two are trying to kill me."
"No," Dillian giggled.
"We're trying to wake you up."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Mission accomplished."
An hour later we were having breakfast together.
Pancakes had somehow become our Saturday tradition.
"Dad
