“I’ll fix it when I get home, sweetheart,” Trevor promised with a quick kiss and a smile.
Zoe opened her mouth to argue, but she knew that he had a busy day ahead of him. So, instead of bugging him to fix the kitchen light before he left so that she could see what she was cooking without having to squint, she simply rose up on her toes, gave him a hug and a kiss goodbye that almost led them back upstairs to the bedroom, or her bent over the kitchen table, and reluctantly handed over the large cooler packed with the food that she made for him and the boys.
Trevor was taking all the boys with him today while he worked on their apartment houses and rentals and she was looking forward to a break. For the past few months she’d taken care of their boys as she did her best to homeschool them, but she had to be honest that she mostly just made up an assignment she prayed would challenge them and hoped for the best.