The Charity Ball (1)

Friday rolled around like a turtle on a square wheel, which was probably because I was dreading it so much. 

I had spent the day with my kids, teaching Princeton how to count and distinguish colours, and doing arts and crafts with them while Jason was at work. The staff was incredible, and Sara was still amazing with my son. 

"Daddy!" Princeton grinned excitedly when Jason walked into the room with a hand in his pocket and the other one pulling at his tie around his collar. His hair was messy, and I felt a tug of desire in my lower belly as he smiled lazily at our son and knelt down to give him a hug. 

"Hey buddy!" Jason wrapped his thick arms around Prince, muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. He was undeniably sexy in father mode, and that just made me all the more sad. "Hey Cas."