“Carlton, thank you for bringing me home.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when Carlton also unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, and, with gentlemanly grace, walked over to my side to open the car door for me. “Be careful,” he said.
As I was about to step out of the car, I suddenly saw Ryan walking out of my little cottage, holding Oliver in his arms. Oliver was wearing a T-shirt with a Superman logo on it, paired with denim shorts, and red-and-white sneakers, looking full of energy.
Oliver was facing Ryan, his back to us, waving his little hand. “Ryan, I want a daddy like you!” Oliver’s voice reached our ears just in time.
Ryan was wearing a white polo shirt and khaki-colored casual pants. His golden hair shimmered in the sunlight, and when his deep blue eyes l
