"Can we ask you for a favor, bad daddy?"
Waylon Lewis raised an eyebrow, "Let's hear it."
These two little rascals were calling him so late. He thought it couldn't just be to apologize. Waylon Lewis curled his lips into a smirk, waiting for what they would say next.
"Could you take our mommy out for a meal?" Willow asked timidly, her voice milkily sweet, irresistibly adorable.
"What?"
Waylon Lewis walked to the window, looking at the twinkling lights outside, a flicker of surprise passing through his deep eyes.
"Our mommy said she wanted you to take her out for a meal; she has something to tell you."
"She wants me to take her out? Did she say that herself?"
Waylon's astute eyes narrowed slightly with amusement, yet he was skeptical.
"Mm-hmm, of course."
"..."
"You don't believe it?" Luke asked.
"The likelihood is not high," he said in a deep voice.