Pancakes for Breakfast

“At least not yet,” Spencer whispered. He turned back to Sarah. “What kind of pancakes, blueberry or chocolate chip?” Spencer asked, changing the subject. Kate acknowledged she had the ingredients needed.

“Chocwat chip! No daddy?” Sarah, as if on a mission, marched toward the dining room. Spencer and Kate followed.

“Honey, it’s complicated. Your mom and I are friends, we’re not married to each other.”

“Oh. Juice pease, Mr. Daddy?”

Spencer looked over at Kate who shrugged and gave him a sheepish grin.

“Sure, I’ll get that right away.” He turned to Kate. “How soon can I be her daddy?” he whispered in her ear.

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t take too long. We can’t have her calling me Mr. Daddy forever,” he said, before giving Kate a huge smile. Then he pulled Kate close for a kiss on the forehead.

Kate smiled back. “True. I’ll think about it in the shower.”

Spencer started to say something, but Kate interrupted. “No, not this time, either.”

Spencer pretended to pout before turning back toward the kitchen.

Kate smiled, and hurried with her shower so she could eat pancakes with her daughter and her daughter’s future step-dad.

Several minutes later Kate returned to the kitchen, finger-drying her hair. She was curious to see how Spencer’s pancakes turned out. “They look good,” she commented reaching for a coffee cup. She poured a cup, but before she could take a sip, Spencer handed her a plate from the oven. Three warm, round pancakes rested in a neat stack. “Thank you,” she took the plate and he leaned over it to peck her on the cheek. “You’re very welcome.” He turned back to the stove and she took her plate and coffee to the table. “How are you doing, Sweetie? Do you like Spencer’s pancakes?”

“Uh, huh. They bery good.”

“They look like it.”

“He cutted mine up,” she said, a bite in her mouth.

Kate smiled. Good for Spencer. Was he winning both their hearts? Sarah already came to see Spencer as her daddy, and no wonder with him having been with them on the trip home and helping her so much. It was almost like they were a normal family.

Kate realized that she could get used to this idea, and she liked the thought of Sarah having a daddy. She knew it was important for children to have both parents in their lives if at all possible. She remembered the nights she cried herself to sleep after her mother left. She vowed if she ever had children-and she hadn’t planned on it-that she would never leave them under any circumstance.

After her mother left, it seemed her father also left, only because he didn’t know how to handle it and felt inadequate. But she knew he loved her despite his flaws. Now he was gone, too. He died four years ago of a broken heart. He never did get over his wife leaving. Kate had no idea where her mother was or if she was even still living.

And Kate had to admit, she liked the idea of having a husband. She had longed to be John’s wife for so long but gradually gave that up when he couldn’t confide in her. It hurt to realize she had waited so long for something that may never have materialized. Then she thought of Spencer and how long he said he’d waited. How long would be too long for him? She didn’t want to rush into things, but she wasn’t quite ready yet, either. She still missed John, though she realized she had already given up the dream to be his wife before he had died. She just hadn’t realized it until now. Which was a shame and freeing at the same time, though it was strange to consider.

“Mommy, I full,” Sarah announced.

Kate came out of her reverie and turned to Sarah. “I’ll get you down.”

Just then Spencer came in with his plate. “I’ll get her down so you can eat,” he offered.

“Why, thank you.” Kate let him, still absorbed in her thoughts.

A minute later, Spencer sat down with juice. “Sarah’s watching Sid the Science Kid, is that okay?”



Until next time,


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