God, he knew how much strength it must have taken her to ask that. “Sure. I’d love to. Is there anything I can help with?” he asked.
She shook her head. “He’ll need to be in his highchair when I get everything ready.”
“Okay, we’ll stand out of the way.”
He watched her get three plates ready. She put spaghetti and a piece of garlic bread on each and carried it into the dining room.
“Set him in here.”
There was a chair attached to the table, and it didn’t look like it would hold.
“It’s strong enough,” she said when she saw the look on his face.
It took both of them and some maneuvering because Corey kept wiggling and fussing.
“He’s really tired,” she said as she helped him into the chair and then put a bib on him. Then she placed a small plastic plate in front of him with a little spaghetti and part of the toast.
“Why do you do that?” he asked.
“Watch,” she said.
He didn’t have long to wait before Corey started shoving it in his mouth, but it got everywhere.
King chuckled. “He really enjoys his food.”
She smiled. “He’s always been a good eater.”
“Just like his father.” He let it go when she didn’t say anything.