His Dirty Little Secret
Which he did.
The scent of fresh pancakes, crispy bacon, and maple syrup hit us the second we stepped into the sun-drenched kitchen, mingling with the earthy lake breeze drifting through the open French doors. Lila was a glittery whirlwind of curls and dinosaur pajamas at the kitchen island, Maria patiently helping her arrange a plate piled high with “dinosaur-shaped” pancakes—jagged T-Rex silhouettes cut with cookie cutters, complete with blueberry spike details. “Rawr, Mommy! Daddy!” she squealed, launching herself at us the second she spotted us. “I made you a stegosaurus! It’s got spikes and everything! Look!”
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