Dawn's POV
Wednesday Evening — 6:30 p.m.
"Mom! What's for dinner?"
I glanced toward the kitchen entrance.
Evan stood there looking like a teenager who hadn't eaten in approximately six years.
"Food."
He rolled his eyes.
"Obviously."
"Well, you asked."
"Mom."
"Evan."
He sighed.
"You're impossible."
"And yet, here you are. Still living under my roof."
He grinned.
"Unfortunately."
I gasped.
"Excuse you! I carried you for nine months!"
"Here we go."
"And gave birth to you!"
"Mom!"
"And this is the thanks I get?"
He laughed.
I pointed toward the refrigerator.
"Grab the drinks, Dude. Dinner's almost ready."
"Yes, ma'am."
I smiled as he opened the refrigerator.
Honestly.
That boy.
Ana was sitting at the kitchen table with her dinosaur, carefully arranging a row of col
