Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,17

day, or were they just even more persnickety at the end of the day?

Either way, once again, Logan had a whole new appreciation for what Felicity did every day.

Especially because he was already hoping she’d be there when he got home and could take over. Going from work straight to the kids without a moment to decompress was exhausting. He always came home in a quiet car, knowing he’d have a few minutes of peace after greeting them.

By the time they got home, and Felicity’s car wasn’t in her parking spot, his composure was already starting to fray. He just wanted two minutes of silence in a room by himself.

She did this every day.

How the fuck did she do this every day?

How had she not murdered him every time he’d come home and immediately sent the kids back to her after saying hi to them?

“Daaaaaaaddy, where Mommy?”

“I want Mommy!”

“I want Mommy, too,” he said, lifting Althea out of her car seat. “But Mommy’s taking an afternoon to herself. We should make dinner for when she gets home, yeah?”

“I wanna make dinner with Mommy!”

Balls.

Felicity

After lunch with Trish and Marie, Felicity said goodbye and went to the movies. Before the kids, she’d gone to see a movie by herself several times a year. After Oliver was born, it had been more like once or twice a year, and she hadn’t been at all since Althea was born. Maybe she should tell Logan she wanted to do this more often.

Of course, if he said they needed a sitter while she went to the movies alone so he could have him time at the same time, which would make it less affordable.

Felicity pushed back the bitterness that welled up inside. There was no point getting bitter when they hadn’t even had the conversation or assuming that would be his answer. She needed to be better at communicating with him, and asking for the things she wanted was part of that. Surely, they could come to some sort of compromise.

Heading home, she felt more like herself than she had in weeks… months… maybe years. She needed to be better about taking time for herself. The guilt that kept trying to rise up was easily pushed down when she reminded herself, she hadn’t asked for this, Logan had given it to her. She shouldn’t feel guilty about accepting this gift of a day.

Why should she feel guilty about taking some time for herself, anyway? Maybe it was a mom thing. She’d noticed a lot more women than men seemed to feel guilty about doing something for themselves, especially if it involved time away from their kids.

That was pretty messed up when she thought about it. Not that the men should feel guilty, but women shouldn’t have to feel bad about investing in themselves. That’s what today had felt like—an investment in herself, in how she looked and felt about herself, and in giving herself a break from the daily grind. She had begun to feel like she’d been ground down and spat out.

Now, she felt refreshed and looked forward to seeing the kids. She figured she’d be the one putting them to bed tonight, which was fine by her. After not doing anything with them today, she wanted time with them. Logan could probably use a break. It was almost time for dinner. She’d texted him to see if he wanted her to bring something home, but he’d responded, he was making dinner with the kids—one less thing for her to think about. Even her brain felt rested.

“Hello!” she said as she walked through the door.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” The clamor was accompanied by the sound of tiny feet pounding their way toward her. Felicity laughed, crouching down, and opening her arms wide to receive their hugs.

This was nice. Half the time when she picked them up from daycare, they didn’t want to go. They wanted to stay and play with their friends. Even when they weren’t resisting leaving, they didn’t greet her with this kind of glee anymore.

“Oof…” Tiny bodies still packed a punch when they were flung forward at high speed. She loved it. It was a weird dichotomy of being a mother, where she’d been so relieved to get a much-needed break but at the same time, ended up missing them. “Are you helping Daddy with dinner?”

“No, they want to help you make dinner,” Logan called from the kitchen. “No one wants to make dinner with Daddy.”

Pressing her lips together, Felicity did her best