"Mom, where are you going?" Kathleen asked her mother after she had hugged the latter’s legs, seeing them come out from the adjoining room where her great-grandmother lay recovering.
"To get lunch," Athena replied simply, ruffling her daughter’s hair fondly.
"Do you want something too, Katie?" Ewan’s smile excited the little one, who nodded enthusiastically and listed off the things she wanted, to the amusement of the few people in the room.
Jessica, laughing, shook her head. "I think she’s ready for her dose of sugar for the day."
But Athena didn’t think so. She believed that Ewan was spoiling her children by catering to their every whim and want. He should be–
"You’ll want some apples too, right?" Ewan had crouched low, winking at his daughter, who bobbled her head while Athena watched, barely restraining her exasperation with the both of them.
And when Nathaniel crossed the distance between them, as if wanting to list off his own wants, Athena knew that whatever existing barricade her children had mounted against falling for Ewan had been successfully dismantled by the latter.
"I want oranges too," the carbon copy of Ewan muttered, looking up at Ewan flashed his teeth, thoroughly pleased.
"Consider it done, buddy."
"You’re not really going to buy all that they asked of you, right?" Athena asked Ewan as they got into one of the cars that would take them to a nearby restaurant.
Ewan chuckled softly. "Not at all, just enough. The rest will be kept in my brain archive should I want to treat them. Still..."
He turned to look at her as the car pulled away from the park, followed by two other cars, Connor remaining with the family at the hospital. "What do you think I should get for them? You know better."
As it should be. A smile tugged at her lips at the thought, but she wouldn’t let it slip free.
"I’ll let you know when we get there."
At the restaurant, Athena refused to sit and eat, choosing to get it on the go. "Every time counts... I can eat while working..."
Ewan was sure that this wasn’t what Old Mr. Thorne meant when he asked that his granddaughter be taken to lunch, but he let Athena have her way, seeing as she was hell-bent on carrying the food back to the lab.
"So, give me details about your old boss... you can keep the location still."
Ewan obeyed, speaking in soft tones, not audible to anyone not between them, as they went about buying what they wanted in the restaurant—intentional about keeping John’s confession off his tongue, including the fact that Cedric’s family had been behind the murder.
"Really lucky," Athena muttered, stepping out of the fruit shop just opposite the restaurant—they had taken a stop there to get fruits for the children. She, however, couldn’t wrap her mind around Ella’s first interest in a crime lord. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
How did that happen? Ewan hadn’t included that much in his story.

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