I'll be dropping Edwin off at school."

Cecilia still clutched the card at that moment.

Torn between holding onto it and letting it go, she felt a weight in her palm.

Mark, perceptive as always, caught her hesitancy.

“Rest up a bit more; and maybe savor last night a bit more," he said with a playful grin.

Was it even possible to ignore such playful teasing?

Pulling the covers aside, she stood tall, voice dripping with mock indignation.

"Last night? Last night was just average. Not much to remember, let alone savor. And, by the way, don't flatter yourself too much, Mr. Evans."

Mark's eyes held a soft warmth when he gazed at her.

After a brief moment, she headed to the bathroom.

Mark gently adjusted Olivia in the bed, hoping to get her more sunlight.

From the hall, a voice called out, "Dad, I'll be late!"

Mark leaned down, planting a soft kiss on Olivia's forehead.

As Cecilia emerged from the bathroom, he looked up.

“How long will it be until you have to get back to work?"

Mark turned his gaze to Cecilia after posing his question.

A hint of red colored Cecilia's cheeks.

She moved closer, gently patting Olivia's plump bottom.

Olivia, clutching her pillow, was deep in slumber.

Cecilia's eyes softened. She took a moment before responding to Mark, "Why do you ask this?"