Audrey had decided to make Lake's breakfast herself, she wanted to make sure he was well-fed.
She was in the kitchen, her mother standing beside her as she cooked.
"We're ready to leave but you're yet to tell him about your plan...how's he going to make it work?" Isabella asked quietly.
"I'll tell him. Trust me, he's ready whenever I am," Audrey replied, looking back into the living room to see Lake chatting with Mikhail.
She sighed and looked away from them, "He'll be ready," she said in a lowered voice.
After serving the food in the dining, she went to call Lake and Mikhail to eat.
"The food is ready, Baby," She said, looking at her son but she didn't miss the look Lake gave her.
"Come on, Moma's food is the best," Mikhail held Lake's hand and tugged him to follow him.
Lake stood and followed the boy behind, "You have to figure out how to address him...that title should be mine," He whispered to Audrey before walking away.
