Miller laughed.
“Will you tell Alice I’m running a bit late today?”
“No problem.” Miller gave me a quick kiss and we both hurried out of the bedroom.
I turned on the oven and started pulling out ingredients from the fridge and pantry. I’d been planning on trying a new recipe today, but I’d have to push that off.
I watched as Jacob opened the front door, shirtless.
“Jacob, your shirt!”
He held up a shirt that was balled up in his fist. “I have it.”
“I need you to put that on.”
“No.”
“Listen to your mother, champ,” Miller said and joined Jacob at the front door. He turned back to me. “Your car is blocking me in, Brooklyn.”
Shoot.“I’ll move it. One sec.” I placed a bag of flour down on the counter a little too hard and a billow of flour burst into the air, covering my face. I coughed and waved my hand through the air.
I didn’t even see Miller as he grabbed me around the waist. “It’s okay, I’ll move your car,” he said, pulling me close. “You look adorable when you’re covered in flour.”
I laughed because I knew that couldn’t possibly be true.
He pushed some of my hair out of my face and kissed me.
“Miller, there’s no time for kissing! You’re already late,” I said, but I couldn’t help but smile when his lips met mine again.
“Alice won’t care.”
I hated being late for things, but honestly Miller was right. We’d had late starts to our days before. Like a few months ago when Jacob caught that nasty cold.
Miller gave me one last kiss and then grabbed the keys to my car off the key hook. “I’ll move your car. But I need your help wrassling Jacob into his shirt if he’s gonna come with me.”
“No,” Jacob said again.
I laughed because it was all I could do. The stress of the morning had been moments away from making me crack. But Miller was always able to easily remind me to calm down. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had a panic attack. And it certainly wasn’t worth it over delivering cookies an hour late.
Miller laughed too as Jacob threw his shirt on the ground and sprinted outside.
“That little menace,” I said.
“So much like his mother.”
“I’m wearing a shirt.”
“If I recall correctly, you weren’t last night.”
I lightly swatted at his butt before he started backing away.
“Think you can get him in his shirt in under thirty seconds?” Miller asked.
“Oh, challenge accepted.” I grabbed the shirt off the ground and ran outside.
Jacob was doing his Indian war cry as he jumped around the front yard. Which meant this was not going to be easy.
“Sweet boy, let’s get you into this shirt.”
