Evelyn's POV
Eight o'clock sharp. As expected, Calvin arrived right on time to pick up the boys.
As I hugged Rowan and Rhys goodbye, I watched my son pull something from his backpack and hand it to his father.
"Dad, Mom says this will help you sleep," Rowan said earnestly.
After they left with the housekeeper to bathe and prepare for bed, I couldn't help but wonder if Calvin would actually use the aromatherapy blend I'd crafted.
The following evening, I waited outside the preschool with Alexis nestled against my hip. The familiar weight of my daughter was comforting as I scanned the exit for my boys.
When Rowan and Rhys burst through the doors, my eldest approached with unusual hesitation, pulling a velvet box from his bag.
"Mom, this is from Dad," he said, his cheek
