Chapter 211 The Amelia song

• “What are you doing?” Calum asks as soon as he enters the room. I shut the colouring book and place it over my phone as he leans down for a kiss to my neck. Mace pulls his father down by his hair, the crayons forgotten. Calum laughs, already lifting his son to kiss him on the cheek. “What was mama doing, Macey?”
• Mace rattles off some words that elicits laughter from both of us. I dust my knees, pushing myself up from the floor. Mace and I were working on his colouring skills. Calum sits on the edge of the bed and Mace squirms. He lets go of his son as I draw closer to both of them. With my help, Mace stands between Calum’s legs, both of his hands resting on his father’s knees.
• “We were colouring,” I tell Calum.