Miranda
The car ride home from school was filled with maniacal giggles and complaints that I passed by a restaurant they wanted to eat at. Noah, Ella, and Evan’s whines mixed into one big cry, making me u-turn at the next light.
How have I become so soft around them? I swear, their father rubs off on me.
Sebastian…I hope you’re okay.
“Alright, you three,” I glance at them through the rearview mirror, a small smile tugging on my lips. “You’re going to have to pay for those kids’ meals! What are you going to do? Hm?”
“Mommy! Why are you doing this to us?” Ella, who sits in the middle, gasps. She pouts and closes her eyes. I sharply inhale, waiting for her to start sobbing, but nothing comes.
Evan, who sits to her right, places his hand on hers. She looks at him with her big, adorable p
