"Daaaaad!"
Lucas rolled his eyes at Ethan's meaningful drawl as he prepared toast, eyes focused on the machine and his back turned to his triplets, formidable and stubborn. He didn't talk about last night when they had heard the door slam close and had run down the stairs, expectant. And he still wasn't going to talk about it no matter how much they bugged him.
"Dad?"
I hadn't meant for it to happen. I had taken a safer approach in hope that I was doing the right thing!
"Dad?"
The price of cowardice! Ah! She was right. I had set up a romantic dinner only to as be to be a babysitter. How foolish!
"Dad!"
How can I face her? What do I tell her even if I face her? Why am I afraid to tell her that I want something more? She is not Gabrielle. She wouldn't have the same rate as…
"Dad!
