Marybeth
“Would you two like to go to dinner?” Daniel asked as we were about to turn into the driveway at home. I was just going to make us some sandwiches, but before I could answer, Eli answered from the back seat.
“Yes, please. I’m starving.” He beamed, drawing out the last word as if it would make a difference. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I hesitated. It was late and Eli still had to take a bath.
“Please, mommy. Eli is starving.” Daniel grinned at me, blinking the same way Eli did. I wasn’t expecting this calm man to act like that, and I took a deep breath before nodding. Daniel chose the restaurant before I could suggest anything.
That should have worried me. It didn’t. Because the moment we stepped inside, I understood why. It wasn’t formal. It definitely wasn’t quiet. It
