Mia's mood lifted, and she kissed Logan.
But I felt a pang of coldness.
He jumped to take someone else's son on a ride but made our daughter wait until he had the time.
As Mia was about to start eating, Logan stopped her.
"Wait for Bella and Harry. We'll eat together when they arrive."
It hit me then—Logan had gone to all this trouble not because he felt guilty but because he wanted to impress Bella and her son.
A few minutes later, Bella and Harry arrived.
Bella apologized, "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I brought some fruit for Mia."
I welcomed them, though I couldn't muster much enthusiasm.
At breakfast, Bella couldn't stop praising Logan.
"You cook so well, Logan. Chloe is really lucky."
I forced a smile.
In the seven years we've been married, Logan has rarely cooked.
Logan beamed at Bella's compliments. "If you like it, feel free to come over anytime."
Bella laughed, "Don't mind if I do. I'll come whenever I'm hungry."
Mia and Harry finished eating quickly and went off to play.
Bella and Logan continued chatting, and I felt like an outsider, so I busied myself in the kitchen.
Suddenly, I heard Mia crying. I rushed to the bedroom.