Chapter Eleven
Lucas
My eyes tracked the peanut butter as I smeared it on a slice of bread, then quickly moved onto the next. I had four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to prep. That was Rylie’s request for her weekend with her grandparents. Not that she needed the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches made by me—Betsy and Dale, Melissa’s parents, certainly fed her quite well—but Rylie claimed I made the best ones ever, so here I was making them.
Major bonus to being a father—feeling like a superhero for small tasks.
Because Betsy and Dale adored her, they would humor her and let her have her sandwiches for lunch every day. I questioned the wisdom of preparing sandwiches for four days, but I imagined peanut butter and jelly could survive a nuclear h*******t.
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