“Good,” Stanley Batton said with another nod.

Xyla Quest had always been the one to call the shots in their family. Her husband agreed with whatever she said because she was the boss.

That was how things worked from the start, and it remained true until now.

“My parents invited us over for dinner tomorrow, including the kids,” he informed her.

“Okay, sure.”

“They haven’t seen them in a while, so they have missed them,” he added. “They also missed you since you haven’t been there in a week.”