~Dante~

I sat at the table with my three children and their grandmother for dinner. It’s a relief that the kids haven’t started asking for their mother yet. I don’t want any woman to come into my

home and raise my children. Their mother has done an outstanding job raising them. If she can do it alone without any help, I can do it too. I watched as Lola’s mother eyed me. She hasn’t said a word.

"How was your trip, mother?"

"Not too shabby. I couldn’t let you fly out of the country since you told me you had children. However, who is their mother?" So it is true...