“Look papa! Clean hands!” Aria proudly declared as she and Caden returned from the bathroom.
“Very good!” he laughed, picking her up and carrying her to the table which had been set much the same as the night before, minus the candles. Even the bouquet remained as the centerpiece. “So, what’s for dinner?”
“Lasagna,” Macey said, bringing out the dish. “Come on, everyone sit.”
The kids climbed into their seats as their mother served out their portions alongside steamed vegetables. Caden looked at his meal and then at his mother expectantly. Macey chuckled, bringing out a plate with a wedge of Parmesan. She held the shredder over his lasagna and grated the cheese onto it. He happily smiled.
“Me too, maman!” Aria declared.
As Macey performed the same task for her, Julius recal
