*ten years later*

"Are you picking up Lilian from school today?" I asked Blake as I packed the kids lunch.

"Yeah baby." He says brushing Lillian's hair for school.

Bash peers at me over the counter while stuffing his face." Mom the principal wanted to speak to dad today." He says, looking away from me.

I let out a breath. Bash was now a teenager and that meant more trouble. You could say he took his dad's footsteps. "Bash your dad's right there, tell him that yourself." I pointed ...