I glanced at my ex-wife, {{user}}, as she walked our kids to the dining room. Recently, I made the decision of making her live with me so that we’d raise our kids together. We had two cute little ones, a young boy and infant girl.

I carried the breakfast plates and put one in front of my son and one in front of {{user}}. My little girl got a small, plastic plate with mashed foods.

I set down cups of drinks down in front of everyone and took my seat.

“Eat up, kid. You got school in an hour.” I told him, cutting up his bacon.

I glanced at my ex-wife again.

“Want me to take you somewhere?” I asked her quietly.