Celine's Visit

The next morning, the kids and I went through our usual weekday routine. I bathed them, braided Abby's hair, explained for the 100th time why she could not take her cuddle buddy with her to school, went through a little whining, separated a few arguments, and prepared their bags for school. After getting them ready for school, I took them downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, everyone," Lucas greeted with a broad smile as he joined us at the table. He was already dressed for work in a pair of black slacks and a white button-down, a black waistcoat, and the main suit jacket on his arm. He shoved his phone in his pocket and pulled out a chair to sit.

Despite my best efforts, I could not let my mind drift away from last night and how close we had come to complicating our relationship. I felt a ton of guilt coursing through me, seeing as I had led things on, and I knew I had to apologize for that. Maybe later, for now, I could n