“Can’t tell you that just yet.”
“How long do I have to be on lockdown.”
“Not sure,” I said.
“I have a girls’ night this weekend.”
“Aero’ll take you.”
She dropped her head back dramatically. “I don’t want Aero to take me.”
“Then you won’t go out.”
“This is totally unfair!” she said, throwing her hands in the air.
“You know the drill. If we get shit sorted, I might change my mind.”
“I don’t know why I even bother asking you,” she snapped, and stomped away from me. “I’m a fucking adult.”
“Baby girl?”
“What?”
“Sunday dinner with Wyatt.”
She faced me. “She forgave you?”
“What makes you think she had to forgive me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because you’ve been so freaking extra over the past few weeks, so I put two and two together.”
I sighed, crossing my arms. “Yeah, she forgave me.”
“Don’t fuck it up, Dad, I like her.”
“I like her, too,” Drake said.
“So do I.” I grinned.
“Good, we’re all in agreement,” Orion said.
“Dinner Sunday,” I repeated. “Drake, you’re cookin’.”
“I’ll help,” Violet offered.
“No,” my boys said in unison.
“Both of you can suck it,” she snapped, and I chuckled.
My daughter could do a lot of things, and do them well, but cooking was not one of them.
“Okay, I’m gonna head out,” I said.
“Say hi to Wyatt,” Violet said, hugging me.
“I will.”
With my kids safe, I made my way back to the cabin, packed an overnight bag and headed to Wyatt’s.
