FIFTY THREE

The doorbell rang and Jane hurried over to the private elevator of the penthouse juggling little Timmy and a baby bottle in one hand and a diaper in the other. A quick check through the security camera told her that Wayne had arrived and she let him in.

“Wayne, you’re early!” She dragged her eyes up and down his attire, feeling her jaw drop a little. “And….you’re wearing a tuxedo…” Her words trailed off as she took in the sight of him.

Wayne stood in front of her looking every inch of a prince in a black and white tux, carrying a bouquet of lilies in one hand and a mini luggage bag in the other. She looked down at her simple garb of plain white tee with Timmy’s spit and ripped jeans coated with milk stains before her head fell back in laughter. Little Timmy found his mother’s laughter infectious and joined her with gurgles of his own.

“I thought we were going to Mike’s diner,” she flashed a sheepish smile.

“I made reservations at The Hilton.”