Xyla Quest laughed. “Don’t you?”

Stanley Batton gently pinched her cheek. “Why would you ask that? I’m your husband. Why would I be impatient when I do something for you?”

Smiling as her heart fluttered in her chest, she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That’s good. I was afraid you might get annoyed someday.”

Xyla knew what it felt like to wait in line and always hated it.

“I won’t. Although I’m usually an impatient person, I’m willing to wait if it’s for you,” he said.

She beamed upon hearing this. “You’re so good to me.”

“That’s why you should appreciate me,” he said.

“You’re acting like a woman,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are,” she replied, taking another sip of her milk tea. She could taste the slight sweetness in her mouth.

Even the air seemed sweet at that moment.

“I wonder how the kids are doing at home. Let’s go home and check on them soon,” she added.

She missed her children as soon as she brought them up.

Apart from her h