Little Alexis latched onto his legs, greeting, âGreat uncle.
â
Mark affectionately ruffled her hair, lifting her into his arms.
Alexis had a knack for courting affection.
And Mark indulged her.
Once inside, Markâs attention would be irrevocably drawn to Edwin and Olivia, meaning Alexis had to seize her emotional connection with him while she could.
It was an opportunity she wouldnât squander.
Mark remained oblivious to Alexisâ calculations.
They approached the porch.
Set off to one side was a diminutive table and chair, where Edwin was ensconced.
Disentangling from Markâs embrace, Alexis announced brightly, âEdwin, Iâve brought your great uncle back to you.
â
Markâs laughter was heartfelt.
In the next moment, Alexis was a blur, darting away.
Edwin lifted his gaze to Mark, addressing him in a subdued tone.
Squatting down to Edwinâs level, Mark caressed his head.
âSilly boy, have you been waiting for me here?â
Intent on maintaining his dignity, Edwin replied with slight discomfort, âNo, itâs just brighter here.
â
Not pressing further, Mark reviewed Edwinâs homework.
Suddenly, Edwin, eyes fixed on Mark, inquired, âDid you and Mommy make up?â
Mark responded with a nonchalant affirmative.
He then posed a question to his son, âDo you want to reconcile with me?â
The young boyâs cheeks flushed, and he remained silent.
Respecting Edwinâs reluctance, Mark hoisted both Edwin and his chair, heading toward the hall, remarking, âDonât study here anymore.
The lighting is poor, and itâs too warm.
â
Korbyn, overhearing while sipping his tea, offered a rare smile.
âWell, Mark, you truly have the childâs interests at heart.
â
His tone sardonic, Korbyn added, âRemarkable.
From crafting rockets to showing such dedication to your family.
Quite heartwarming, indeed.
â
Korbynâs tongue was as acerbic as Waylenâs.