We came home, and I helped Zion change and freshen up. We ate, and then we did his homework. I sat next to Zion after tucking him in bed, stroked the side of his face, and then bid him good night.
“Sweet dreams, okay?” He nodded, and I leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead before leaving his room for mine.
I had assignments and projects to grade, and I had to do them tonight as I would turn them in tomorrow.
I entered the bed, wore my glasses, and gathered the papers and books on the nightstand onto my legs. Thirty minutes into my grading, I heard my phone buzzing on the nightstand, and I reached for it. I saw Diya’s ID on the screen, and I didn’t hesitate to pick it up.
“I’m engaged!” were the first words that came into my ears, her voice high and glass-shattering. I didn’t need
