Roxanne PoV
I smiled as I bounced my son in my arms. His tiny hands were reaching toward his older sister as she babbled, uh read, from a storybook.
"Looks like you three are having fun without me," Orson said as he walked up behind me.
"Daddy!" my little girl said, lifting her black eyes toward her father.
Orson knelt down and picked up Roxie, her giggles filling the air as he tickled her sides. "Finished what you were working on?" I asked, watching the playful interaction with a smile.
He sighed and ran a hand through his black hair. "Not yet, but it was giving me a headache. Thought I would get some fresh air."
"Dada, play!" Roxie said, slapping him lightly. "'Nough work!"
Orson chuckled, his playful demeanor returning as he set Roxie down. "Alright, alright! You win, little one. What do you want to do?"
Roxie's face lit up as she pointed to the backyard. "Outside! Swing!"
