“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.”

Xyla smacked her forehead guiltily when she heard him. “Oh, dear. Look at me. I’ve been meaning to visit, but I keep forgetting because of work.”

“It’s fine. You’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

“Dad and Mom know you’re busy, so they understand,” he assured her.

“Yeah, they really are,” she replied with a sigh.

“Oh, yeah. Do you know what else Mom told me when she called today?”

Xyla seemed curious. “What?”

Her husband shook his head helplessly. “She told me to treat you better and buy yo