Neurotic Obsession: Chase and Yvonne declare a truce on a family-oriented Feast Day.
He watched as Yvonne's face instantly shuttered.
"No! No! I know! I'm sorry. This isn't coming out right." He said mournfully, shaking his head. It seemed that every conversation with Yvonne had become a battle. He chose his next words more carefully. "It's good to see you spending time with the girls."
Yvonne shrugged. "I am their mother," she said with a voice tinged with hurt. "Just because I have other ambitions doesn't mean that I don't love them the same as you do."
Chase winced as he watched little Eva looking back and forth between her parents. "Truce today, okay?" he asked.
Yvonne nodded tersely and left the room.
"They're precious. Do you want to come see them?" Chase asked.
"Lead the way!"
"Paw-paw!" Eva giggled when her Grandpa Ace's fingers mischievously found her ticklish spot.
Chase watched his father with Eva and smiled as the two laughed and giggled. "I'll just leave you two kids alone. I'm going to see if Yvonne needs any help in the kitchen."
Ace nodded with a grin. "Smart man."
Chase scoffed as he walked out. If only...
Ace headed into the dining room where Yvonne had set up a buffet. "Everything smells good, Yvonne," he complimented her.
"Of course it does, sugar. I did it myself!" she grinned at him saucily.
Her smile hit him like a ton of bricks in his heart. There was his wife! She wasn't gone, just in hiding. And he'd find a way to get her back...
Chase glanced around the table and smiled as he clinked glasses with Yvonne. "To our family," he murmured.
Yvonne met his eyes and smiled. "To our family," she agreed.
Eyes turned towards Devon and Cornelia.
Satisfied he had everyone's attention, Devon held up his glass again and announced, "My baby's having a baby!"
Aunt Holly squealed with excitement and started peppering Cornelia with questions about her due date and if she was hoping for a boy or a girl.
"Congratulations, Devon," Chase said with a smile.
"Thanks, bro," Devon said.
"Thanks, Yvonne. It means a lot to me, coming from you! I was hoping you'd have some good parenting tips!" Cornelia said, rubbing her stomach.
Yvonne pulled her gaze up from Cornelia's belly bump and gave a tight smile. "Well, sugar, thankfully Chase is really more of the hands-on-dad. It leaves me free to focus on business."
Cornelia's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, so maybe I should talk to Chase..." she managed to say politely.
"Oh, of course, sugar," Yvonne said. "They're growing up so fast. Looks like Cesar just had a growth spurt!" she said, nodding towards Topher & Holly's eldest son in the blue tuxedo.
"Yeah, you always think you'll have more time when they're little - but then you turn around and it seems they're almost grown!" he said wistfully, looking back at his younger son, Ahmad.
Topher smiled in apology at Yvonne. "I guess that's my cue. Let's go sweet pea," he said, curving his arm around his daughter's shoulder. "Time to go."
Chase pulled her from her musing when he leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips. "Happy Feast Day," he told her in a low voice.
She lowered her gaze, almost shyly. After all, it had been quite awhile since they'd really touched at all. "Happy Feast Day."
"I had a great day today," he told her, hoping that their truce lasted longer than tonight. In fact.. he was really hoping she might not roll away from him tonight when they went upstairs to bed...
A man could always hope... right?!