After that, silence lingered between the two.
Rosalynn checked the clock and headed over. Handing a cup of hangover cure to Jacob, she teased, “Is this your local pub? You always end up like this when you come by?”
Jacob straightened up, took the hangover cure with a sheepish grin, and gulped it down. He stood up and declared, “I’ll put this back in the kitchen myself. You guys had a long day; go rest. I promised Ivy breakfast at the diner tomorrow, and y’all are invited to join us!” With that, Jacob made his way to the kitchen.
Rosalynn looked on with concern, “Honey, should I go hide knives in the kitchen?”
Wayne chuckled, pulling her close, “He’s not going to do anything.”
Rosalynn thought it over and agreed.d2
Jacob was past the phase of dramatics. Outside, he was the suave, charming Jacob everyone knew. It was just that occasionally, when he came here, he’d show a side of vulnerability.
Before heading to her room, Rosalynn made her usual rounds to check on Cory and Ivy.
Ivy was always exhausted, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Rosalynn adjusted the air conditioning in the room and tenderly pulled the blanket back over Ivy, who had kicked it off in her sleep.
She kissed Ivy's forehead gently. Wayne also landed a kiss on his daughter’s forehead, and they quietly exited Ivy's room one after the other.
Cory’s room still had the lights on.
Rosalynn hesitated, then decided not to knock, knowing he was probably prepping his travel gear. She sent him a text instead.
“Sweetie, don’t stay up too late, you’ve been burning the midnight oil quite a bit lately.”
After a while, Cory replied, “Already in bed, goodnight mom.”
“Goodnight, my love.”
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