"Daddy! Wake up!" Rory violently shakes me under the warm blanket. "Papa and I made you breakfast." It'll be the most precious thing in the morning seeing my son smiling at me but the word Papa made it sounded unnecessary and scary. I sat up on the bed then ruffled Rory's hair.
"Good morning baby boy." I beam.
"Oh, good morning, too, daddy." I was going to kiss him but the door opened and Lucas came in with a tray on his hand. For the right second, I felt special and the memory came rushing to me again; the food and then the kissing scene in the kitchen. Stop Levy! My conscience is stopping me to feel special but to feel the hurtful truth that he blinded me by his actions. "Papa told me he cooked you lots of food on your first date."
I look up surprise on Lucas, smiling at me genuinely.
