Chapter 4: Oscaaaaar!Leo, one month and two rational heads prevailing later…
A month later, Leo sat on the floor of Oscar’s room, rolling the soccer ball back and forth as Oscar squealed his happiness with the game. Oscar pushed the ball toward Leo. “Dada?”
“He’s primping.” Leo’s eyes squinted over his wide, knowing grin.
Oscar clapped his hands with gleeful abandon. “Dada! Dada!” and ran toward the bedroom door. He loved watching Vinnie get ready for his day.
Leo followed Oscar’s tottering little body to the master en suite bathroom. Vinnie stood at the vanity, peering intently into the well-lit mirror as he carefully smudged eyeliner for a smoky look surrounding his Starry-Night-blue eyes that made Leo’s insides flutter.
That would be the final step in Vinnie’s preparations. His bar
