She was not expecting what she had walked into when she followed the two into Oliver's room. She was curious about what was taking them so long.
She already finished baking the cake and preparing the icing. All it needed now was the finishing touches. And that was Oliver's favorite part. But he still had not returned to the kitchen.
"Oliver..." Jules called to her son as she lightly knocked before opening the door. "Your cake is waiting." She hoped that would make her son move quickly on his feet.
She thought her son would be jumping and rushing out the door. But the only thing that sped up was her heart as she noticed the markings on his body.
"Yeah, that is great," Oliver answered chirpily, too cheerfully for her liking. Then, he hurriedly grabbed his shirt and tried to put it on before she could come closer.
