"No need to wait for me."
Seeing them all looking his way, Lance assumed they were waiting for him to eat dinner.
He walked over with his phone in hand. Seeing Catherine holding Lanny, his demeanor visibly softened.
"I have a few more calls to make. You eat first."
Catherine instinctively shook her head. "I'll wait for you."
Lance bent down, lifting a hand to stroke her long, dark hair. "Eat first."
He ran his fingers through Catherine's hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear, then looked at Susan. "Go set the table."
Susan gave a quick nod and pulled Alexa into the kitchen to serve dinner.
The lingering warmth of Lance's fingertips remained on Catherine's ear.
She lowered her head to look at Lanny, avoiding the encompassing embrace of Lance leaning over her.
He rested one hand on the armrest and the other on the back of the sofa, bending over as if holding her in his arms.
"He didn't sleep well last night without you."
Lanny had cried until he fell asleep, a single teardrop still hanging from the corner of his eye.
He had been fussy all night and was utterly exhausted.
Catherine gently wiped the tear from his eye. Holding the soft little boy in her arms, her heart ached even more.
"You're the same. You can finally get a good night's sleep tonight."
Lance stood up straight, unfastened his watch, and placed it on the coffee table. "Go have dinner."
Catherine couldn't bear to put Lanny down, rejecting Susan's suggestion to put him in the stroller. She held Lanny as she headed to the dining room to eat.
Lance piled her plate high with food and served her a bowl of soup.
She took care of Lanny, and he took care of her.
The dining room was quiet except for the faint, crisp clinking of silverware. Susan and Alexa hid in the kitchen, whispering to each other.



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