Margaux
“How did it go?” I asked Quinn while he was placing food on my plate.
We are inside the cafeteria of the hospital right now because he insisted that we eat lunch together before he picks up Shawn from school then go straight to their meeting with our son’s birthday organizer.
I am beside him and he’s trying to serve me food even though he doesn’t really have to.
He shrugged and then grinned at me as he motioned the fork with carbonara towards my mouth. “Eat up,” he said and I couldn’t help but open my mouth to eat.
I chewed on the Carbonara but I didn’t remove my eyes on him. When he wasn’t answering my question, I frowned. “What happened?” I repeated.
He grinned widely. “We’re done, honey,” he replied.
I raised my brow. I need him to expound on that.
He inhaled a deep brea
