Sex with Rachel

I walked down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in my house. A smiled ran across my face.

"Say, 'good morning, Daddy,'" Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal.

"We need to talk," I said, motioning for Rachel to follow.

"Sure," Rachel said smiling deeply at me. "You guys can finish the movie after eating," she said to the kids as she followed me to downstairs office.

I shut the door behind me, but Rachel spoke first.

"Kathy called."

"She did?" I kept myself calm.