Clayton’s gaze softened instantly.

“Okay. I’ll make it. Or do you want to eat out?”

Nicole hesitated for a moment.

“I’m too tired to eat out, but I think you’ll be too tired to cook.”

Clayton smiled and motioned for the children to get in the car.

He coaxed Nicole softly on the phone.

“I’m not tired. Besides, we have Chatty and Fischer around. One of them can pour the wine while the other serves the dishes. It’s only reasonable for them to do some chores!”

Chatty frowned while Fischer loo