“You like my mom,” Max grinned, his cheeks pink as his mother kissed a man near him for the first time in his life.
“I like your mom very much.”
“Do you love her?”
“I do,” he didn’t even hesitate to answer Ollie’s question. “She gave me you. How could I not love her?”
Max spun to Bobbie, “do you love our dad?”
Bobbie smiled self-consciously, “of course I do. Didn’t you hear what he said? He’s richer than Batman.”
The kids squealed with delight at Bobbie’s teasing and how Olivier playfully grabbed her and hauled her into his arms holding all three of them captive on his lap. “Your maman is being sassy.” He tickled her and the kids helped him.
“Olivier, you said maman, do you speak French?” Ollie asked.
“Oui, chérie, I do.” He tweaked her nose. “I understand you are learning to speak
