"Yeah, most nights. If you want. We can do one takeout night a week, maybe a pizza night, one eat out at a nice restaurant together, and the rest I can cook.”
“Oh,” he chuckled, “Laying down the law, huh?”
“Yeah,” I giggled.
“You’re the boss,” he kissed my throat,
“Except I’ll cook Sunday mornings.”
I laughed, “Deal. And the boss? Me? Yeah, right.”
He laughed and winked at me, “You can be the boss of the food. What’d you do with the boys?”
“I’ll take the power where I can get it.” I winked.
“I played Legos with them, did some coloring, we read a bunch of books, and I gave them a bath. What do you need to tell me?”
I hoisted myself up to sit on the countertop.
He looked at me warmly.
“Thanks for that. I’m sure Tess appreciated it. I, uh, had your father moved. For the moment, he
