Remembering the events of last night, her eyes flickered, but she quickly regained her composure.
âGood morning.
â
âGood morning.
â
Their exchange was composed and polite.
Afterward, Tilda headed to the childrenâs room.
Sheldon typically needed to go to the bathroom around this time.
He was slowly getting out of bed, still feeling groggy.
Tilda smiled and approached him.
âAwake?â
âTilda, I need to pee,â Sheldon murmured as he snuggled against her neck.
âOkay.
â
Tilda lifted him and took him to the bathroom.
A thought crossed his mind, and he asked, âTilda, is Dad awake? Did he get up yet?â
âHeâs already up,â Tilda replied as she adjusted his pants.
Sheldon flashed a grin.
âIâm going to find him.
â
With that, he hurried out of the bathroom on his tiny legs.
In the living room, Lyndon was still engrossed in his work on the sofa.
âDad, good morning,â Sheldon greeted him with a smile.
Hearing Sheldonâs sweet voice, Lyndon couldnât help but smile.
âGood morning,â he greeted warmly.
Sheldon scrambled onto the sofa and snuggled close to him.
âDad, what are you doing?â
âIâm reading a report,â Lyndon replied, his eyes briefly meeting Sheldonâs curious gaze.
âOkay,â Sheldon responded, his attention quickly captured by the data analysis chart displayed on the computer screen.
His big eyes widened as he tried to make sense of the figures.
Noticing Sheldonâs intense focus and silence, Lyndonâs eyebrows lifted slightly in amusement.
âDo you understand what youâre looking at?â Lyndon asked.
Sheldon shook his head, his expression earnest.
âI donât understand.
What does the chart mean?