ANTHONY'S POV
After dinner, Suzan offered to stay back and clean up while I took Julian to bed. I agreed, knowing I needed to talk to him—really talk. The kind of talk I should've had with him long ago.
As we made it to the top of the staircase, Julian let out a dramatic groan and clutched his belly.
"I can't walk well," he whined.
I looked down at him and laughed. "Someone ate way too much tonight."
"The chicken was really good!" he protested, giving me a tired grin.
I shook my head with a small smile, ruffling his damp curls as we walked down the hallway toward his room.
When we got there, I opened his closet. "Alright, go hop in the shower. I'll grab your pajamas."
"I want the Superman one!" he called, already scampering into the bathroom.
"Got it," I called
