Page 56 of Second Chance with the Single Dad Goalie
The twins look at each other, then shrug in perfect unison.
“Daddy!” Mia tugs on his hand. “We’re hungry.”
Nico nods solemnly. “Starving.”
Blake sighs but ruffles their hair. “All right. What do you guys want for breakfast?”
“Scrambled eggs!” They chime in unison.
“And toast!” Mia adds.
“With ketchup,” Nico says.
I wrinkle my nose. “Ketchup on eggs?”
Nico gasps. “You don’t like ketchup on eggs?”
“No, because I have taste buds.”
Mia giggles, and Blake shakes his head, already moving toward the kitchen.
But I stop him.
“Dude, seriously. Shirt.”
Blake smirks, turning back to me. “Why? You can’t handle this?”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Oh, please.”
His smirk deepens. “I don’t know, Whit. You were staring pretty hard.”
“Excuse you? I was horrified.”
“Sure, you were.”
I scowl, scanning the room until I spot a hoodie draped over the couch. Snatching it up, I toss it at his face.
Blake catches it with one hand, chuckling as he pulls it on. “Better?”
I sigh dramatically. “Much.”
He grins, shaking his head as he heads to the kitchen.
And just like that, my first day here begins.
While Blake busies himself with breakfast, I take charge of the twins, ushering them toward the bathroom. “All right, you two, let’s get those teeth brushed.” Mia groans dramatically, while Nico drags his feet, but eventually, I manage to get them freshened up, faces washed, and dressed for the day.
By the time we return, the scent of scrambled eggs fills the air. We all settle at the table, and breakfast goes surprisingly smoothly. When we’re done, Blake pushes back his chair, grabbing his keys. He crouches to kiss the twins. “Be good for Whitney, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy!” They chime in unison.
Then, he turns to me. “Their tutor won’t be coming in today - she is down with the flu. Take care of them for me.”
I nod. “Got it.”
With one last glance at the twins, he heads for the door. And just like that, it’s just me and them.
The day passes in a blur of games, snack breaks, and endless questions. They have an energy level that should be studied by scientists, bouncing from one activity to the next with barely a pause. I keep them busy with coloring, a puzzle that quickly turns into a contest, and an impromptu dance session in the living room.
