"Dine with Papa from now on?"
Sander raised his voice as soon as I was dressing him in his indoor clothes. I told him that this supper, we would dine in the dining hall, not here in the north hall.
"Yes. Your Papa and I already talked," I answered softly.
"But Mama..." I could tell that he wanted to stomp his foot on the mattress but he didn't.
I exhaled slowly before I cupped his cheeks with my hands. "Just one meal with him, Sander. If after this you still don't like to dine with us together, then I shall respect your decision." Even if I said that I was silently praying that he would not change his mind after this night. "Alright?"
Hesitant, Sander nodded. But there was a slight frown sitting on his face.
"Tonight, let yourself the experience of having us together as a family, sweetheart," I convinced him.
"A-Alright..." he finally spoke.
Smiling, I held his chin. "Good. Shall I expect pleasant manners tonight?" I asked softly.
