“Is Matt home yet?” Archer nods with a smile. “Yeah, I was watching her while he made dinner.” My eyebrows shoot up. “He made dinner?” At this, Archer blushes and shrugs before kissing my cheek and then Elsie’s. “I’ll see you guys later.” “Bye, Grandpa Ace!” Elsie shouts, waving as he leaves. He doesn’t have to go far—when we built the house, we had a father-in-law suite built across from the garage. So we all have privacy, but he’s always here.
