Andera's pov.

Today was for the girls—just me, Rosa, and Tiffany.

Timmy pouted as we left the house, arms crossed and lips pushed out dramatically.

“Why do the girls get all the fun?” he asked, for the third time.

I ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re going to get your tuxedo tested with Daddy, and he also promised you ice cream afterward. That's pretty fun too.”

He nodded, his pout loosening at the mention of ice cream. I watched as Father and Son dressed up to ...