“You think so?”
“I mean, you didn’t scuff the paint and the car didn’t explode, so I’m going to say you passed with flying colors.”
We get out of the car and reconvene with Zane and Marcus.
“That was amazing, kiddo!” Zane says with a hearty laugh. “The two of you will be race car drivers in no time.”
Marcus rolls his eyes. “We’ve been over this, Dad. I want to work with Anna at NASA.”
“I wouldn’t mind being a NASCAR driver,” Leo admits.
“Come on, boys,” I say. “Let’s go grab a bite to eat while we’re in town.”
“Can I drive us there?” Marcus asks, hope written all over his face.
Zane pats our son on the back. “Maybe next time, buddy. I want us to get there in one piece.”
“Fine, but I call shotgun!”
“Wait!” Leo shouts. “No fair!”
The twins rush to the car, wrestling to claim the front seat while Zane and I look on. There’s something wistful in my husband’s eyes as he watches our boys.
“They grow up so fast,” he murmurs quietly. “Next thing you know, they’ll be asking to borrow the car to take girls out on dates.”
I huff. “Over my dead body. No dating until they’re in college.”
Zane laughs, dipping down to kiss my cheek. “You’re being a tad overprotective, darling.”
“Damn right I am. I’ll chase those girls away with a bat if I have to.”
“I have no doubt you will.”
“Mom! Dad! Let’s go!” Leo calls from the backseat, rolling the window down. “Do you think we can catch a movie, too? That new horror flick by Del Toro is finally out.”
Zane grins, glancing down at me. “What do you think? Dinner and a movie with the boys?”
I wrap my arm around his waist and rest my head against his shoulder. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”
The End