Sunday
07:30
James ran down the stairs, his laptop tucked in between his arm, his car key rolling on his finger. The kids were still having their breakfast. He messed up with Jace's hair, grinning, "Well, well...someone woke up very early today."
He groaned in response, "Stop it, dad. Why the hell are you smiling? You're about to effing lose the company."
He laughed it off, grabbed an apple from the basket on the table and tossed it to the girl, "Catch, Ileana!"
Ileana quickly let go of her half-eaten pancake and clumsily caught the apple, a bit flustered. She stared at James questioningly.
James just smiled, "Sierra picked em for you from the orchard. She said you liked the reddest ones."
Ileana stared at the apple, "Wait...from the orchard?"
He nodded, "Yes, think of it as a toke
