Dougy’s POV
That evening after dinner and my nieces head off with their grandmother to help them with their bedtime routine, I decide that it’s time that I need to have a heart to heart discussion with Isabell. Before I can mention it, though, she brings the matter up herself.
“Dougy,” she says softly in the loud room. I can barely hear her. She sets down her fork and I notice her dessert is barely touched. “You and I need to have an important talk after dinner. Alone.”
I calmly nod to show her that I heard.
But in my mind I’m freaking out, and I’m thinking uh oh! Either this is going to be really good news or really bad news for me.
Suddenly, though, she is grasping my hand under the table. I relax, understanding that subtle gesture to mean she wants to talk about our futu
