It was nearly 8:00 when Jackie padded downstairs the next morning. Shed slept the sleep of the dead, and if either child had so much as whimpered in the night, she hadnt heard it. By the time Scott had tucked her into bed and left, shed felt completely relaxed.
As she descended the stairs, the aroma of fried batter greeted her, and the sound of happy childrens voices floated from the kitchen. She came around the corner to see Grant and Emma seated at the table, while Scott, dressed in a Blue Jays t-shirt and khaki shorts, tended to something on the stove.
Hey everybody, good morning, she greeted them.
Hi, Mom. Scotts making pancakes, Grant told her.
Is he? she asked, smiling. And its Mr. Scott. Weve talked about this.
Scott turned and flashed her a warm smile. Hi, Jackie. We decided to make breakfast. Hope you dont mind.
It smells great, she said, crossing over to peek at the griddle. She lay a gentle hand on his forearm. Thanks.