「The next day, 7:30 a.m.」
Noelle Preston was still dreaming when a soft little head leaned in and kissed her awake.
"Mommy, time to get up and eat breakfast."
"Hmm?" Noelle Preston opened her eyes, the fresh aroma of food already wafting to her nose.
"Ethan, sweetie—"
Noelle Preston opened her arms and pulled her son into a hug, nuzzling his little cheek like a cat.
"It's so good having you here with me."
"Hurry and get up, Mommy, or you'll be late."
By the time Noelle Preston got up and washed her face, Ethan had already set the food on the dining table.
Today's breakfast was millet porridge, a shrimp omelet, pan-seared steak, and stir-fried greens.
"Wow, what a lavish breakfast. You worked so hard, sweetie." Noelle Preston sat down and dug in. Though her son was only five, his cooking skills put hers to shame.
