“I'd do that and more,” he says, leaning over to kiss my lips.

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my naked body again his fully clothed one.

“Mom have you seen my... dad?!”.

We jump apart and I throw the covers around my body as Noah blocks me.

“Hey champ” he chuckles looking over his shoulder at Milton who just stood there.

“Baby, turn around,” I say.

He doesn't move. He just stands there with mixed expressions on his face.

“Milton!” I cry.

He blinks.

“I want quinoa” he lets out.

Noah and I exchange glances.

“Sweetie you don't like quinoa,” I say.

“I do now,” he says and turns away from my room.

My shoulders slump.

“We broke him” I squeak.

“Hey,” Noah chuckles. “He's fine”.

I look at him.

“No he's not. He just asked for quinoa”.

“So we'll make him quinoa,” he says, standing up and rolling his sleeves up.

“What are you...”.

“I'm going to get it started. Go take a shower and come join me” he says and kisses my forehead.

“What about your shift?”.

“I call and tell them I'm running late. My family's more important”.

I bite back a huge grin and nod.

“Okay”.

*******************

We set a bowl of buffalo chicken quinoa in front of him and I smile nervously.

“Thank you,” he says in a small voice.

Noah and I exchange looks and then look at him.

“Say something,” I tell Noah.

“I got him to agree to eat outside his room so you start,” he says.

“Aren't we supposed to be a united front?”.

“We are. So you go” he chuckles through the mind link.

“Noah!”.

“I can hear you, you know?” Milton speaks up.

I blink.

“What?” we ask simultaneously.

“I can hear you” he repeats. “I don't know exactly what you're saying but I can feel you talking”.

Noah and I exchange looks again.

“Sweetie, do you... do you wanna talk about what you saw?” I ask, trying not to make it sound awkward.

From the corner of my eye, I see Noah trying not to laugh.

“Are you two back together?” he asks.

Noah stops smiling and looks at him.

“Yes, champ. Your mom and I have worked through our differences and we're back together” he says.

“Is that okay with you, Milton?” I ask.

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