Andera's pov.

" Timmy, Tiffany, you both better come downstairs now! We're running late! "

My voice rings out from the living room. I am dropping them both at preschool before heading to the company, and time is not on my side.

" I'm ready mommy. "

Timmy trots down the stairs, looking smart and handsome in his well-ironed school uniform: a Navy blue short-sleeve shirt and black shorts paired with his black sneakers, white stockings, and a small clip-on black tie.

" There's my little man. " I smile sweetly at my son, His backpack dangles as he gallops towards me.

" Thank you, Mommy, you look amazing too;...