CARTER'S POV
I stepped into the house and the lovely aroma hit me. What was Felicity cooking? A part of me felt like I was having a deja vu, but I didn't really understand until I saw Mila at the table. She had been the one cooking. I hated the fact that I salivated already, hoping to have a taste of the dish, but now I couldn't.
"Welcome Papa!" Ethan ran to me and I quickly carried him up and dangled him in the air as he laughed heartily. His laughter was such great music to my ears.
"How are you boy?"
"Happy!! Happy Papa is back. Would you read more stories to me today?"
Mila flung her head and looked at me immediately those words left Ethan's mouth.
"You..." She swallowed for a second. "You read him stories?"
"Yeah. I always try to every night." I replied non chalantly, before
