Drew swallowed. “If you want, you can take her out for ice cream.”
Our son’s face snapped up in surprise. “Really?”
“Ice cream!” Andi started bouncing around in her chair. “I want to get chocolate peanut butter with chocolate sprinkles.”
“My girl knows how to eat,” Braeden said.
“Extra sprinkles!” she declared.
“For real?” Travis pressed, looking between Drew and me.
“You have to take the SUV,” I warned. If he was driving his sister around, there would be no Mustang.
He nodded. “Sure.”
“Just ice cream and straight home,” Drew added.
Travis nodded.
“Can I come too?” London asked.
“Ahhh,” I faltered, brain scrambling for a way to say no. Before I could come up with something, Romeo spoke up. “As long as Travis says it’s okay.”
I glanced at Romeo, surprised. He was already looking at me like he was waiting. The second our eyes connected, he nodded once and then turned back to my son.
Travis nodded. “Sure, Lo. You can come too.”
Andi and London beamed. Two peas in a pod.
“I’ll get sprinkles too, Uncle B.”
He tapped his heart and then pointed at London, making her giggle.
“Ice cream and a puppy!” London exclaimed as she and Andi grabbed their plates and headed into the kitchen. “This is the best pancake Sunday ever.”
Braeden groaned.
“I can really take them to get ice cream. By myself?” Travis asked, looking at Drew.
Drew nodded. “Yeah. We trust you. Just drive safely, okay?”
“I promise.”
When all the kids were gone, I glanced across the table at Romeo. “You know it’s the first time we’re letting him drive Andi somewhere without us.”
“He’s had his license for a while now,” Rimmel said.
“He’s a good driver. Drew taught him well,” Ivy added.
Romeo met my eyes, then Drew’s. “We trust him.”
Everyone started cleaning up the dining room, but I laid my palm on Drew’s thigh before he could get up.
“I’m proud of you, baby. So fucking proud.”
“It’s just ice cream, T.”
Gently grasping his chin, I pulled him around so I could look in his eyes. “I’m proud of you.”
