LILY
“Oooh, wifey! Come on, buddy, now you … just like we practised …”
A few seconds of silence followed before Ev’s little voice rang through the apartment.
“OOOH MOMMY!”
A smile grew on my face – and grew even larger when the laundry room door opened, revealing the sight of my two boys.
Connor had just gone to get Evan from my dad, who had, judging by the brown smears across his face, allowed him to go wild with the Nutella jar.
Bedtime is gonna be hell tonight, I thought, grinning and picking him up from his dad’s arms.
It sure will, Connor commented, leaning down to press a kiss on my hair. But luckily, it won’t be our problem.
I shot him a look. What do you mean?
He cupped my face and gently placed another kiss on my lips.
What I mean, my love, he whispered. Is that
