Brian slipped his phone into his pocket and replied with a smirk, Teaching him some manners.
Raising an eyebrow, Rosalynn asked, How did it go? Pulling her close, Brian teased, Dont you believe your husband can handle it? Rosalynn chuckled.
Of course, I do.
Now tell me, what exactly did you do? With a light laugh, Brian confessed, I used the carrot and stick approach.
Rosalynn laughed along, her gaze locked into his handsome, starry eyes.
I see.
Well, Im eager to see the results of your efforts.
If it doesnt work, youre off duty when it comes to parenting our future kids.
Brian arched an eyebrow. So, youre using him as a guinea pig? Exactly.
Rosalynn nodded.
Its perfect practice for when our own kids hit those teenage years.
Brian smiled warmly, gently brushing back her hair-even though it was perfectly in place.
He smiled, Alright, I suppose its time to get serious and discipline Dilan.
Go for it, honey.
After some affectionate banter, Rosalynn glanced at the time-it was almost 4 p.m.
Honey, how about we stay and make them dinner? she suggested.
Brian raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Ill show him what I can do in the kitchen.
Rosalynn smiled warmly.
Ill help you.
Brian responded, No need.
Youre pregnant; just relax outside.
Rosalynn shrugged, dismissing his concern.
Its fine.
All I do is eat and sleep every day. Seeing her insistence, Brian didnt argue further.
He removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and made his way to the kitchen.
He cautioned, Honey, dont lift anything heavy.
Just let me know if you need something.
Got it.
Rosalynn opened the fridge and realized there werent many ingredients left.
Honey, were short on food.
Brian noticed as well.
Ill have Edwin send some over right away.