Wren
“Mhm,” Hannah hums with a nod, licking her fingers. “I love it.”
My lips twitch. “You do? Really?”
“Yes. Daddy will love it too.”
“What am I gonna love?”
Hannah and I shriek, when Ezra’s voice comes in from the door. My heart picks up, caught off guard.
“Daddy!” She squeals, stretching her hands to be put down from the island, and I help her, watching her run into his arms.
Hannah and I had woken up some hours ago and when she requested for pancakes, I had to say yes on the condition that she reads the labels for me.
I’d hate to mix up the salt for sugar—almost happened, by the way. Lucky for us, it turned out well.
Ezra strides towards me with Hannah in his arms. “Hey darling.” He kisses my forehead, then my lips.
It’s a brief kiss but still, it turns my brain to mush.
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