Putting on a soft perfume around the nape of my neck is the final part of my preparation to welcome Cedric. I glance at the clock – it's been ten minutes since he went to the kids' room. Such a fleeting moment to get myself ready. The click of the door makes me stop what I'm doing at the vanity table. I grab the kimono-shaped pajama I casually hung up to greet him.

When we come face to face, Cedric looks at me with a furrowed brow.

"Why... are you in your pajamas? Didn't you check the ...