Realizing it was about time for dinner, Alexander finally let go of the two people in his arms and motioned for them to head to the dining room.

“Go take a break, I’ll make the steaks. Won’t take long.”

He had prepared a candlelit dinner tonight.

Just for the three of them.

Thomas, of course, didn’t want to be the third wheel in his mom and Uncle Alex’s little romantic evening. After picking at a few bites of food, he stood up ...