ADLEY

Mykel pressed his lips against my cheek so hard I winced. He enjoyed so much with his public display in front of his mother. I found it sweet and annoying at the same time.

“What’s wrong with you?” I rubbed the skin that was probably pink right now.

“Really? Does it hurt? You don’t mind it—”

“Okay, okay. Stop it, Mykel. We’re having breakfast.” Madelyn stacked the last waffle onto the plate and gave it to her son. “Go and prepare the table.

I hopped from the stool. ...