He served a bowl of soup to Sheldon, suggesting gently, “Here, have some soup.”

Sheldon eyed the bowl and remarked, “Oh good. No scallions in this.”

Lyndon’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “You’re not a fan of scallions either?”

“Nope, not at all.”

Lyndon muttered to himself, “He’s just like me!”

“Tilda mentioned that Sheldon is quite particular about his food.”

Rosalynn had shared with him the foods Sheldon disliked, and Lyndon found it unexpected.

anticipated Sheldon’s eating preferences to align so closely with his

open up,” he prompted,

brow and pointed out, “Dad, you forgot to cool it

and gently blew on the

Sheldon nodded and tasted the

loss for words

observed Lyndon caring for the little boy with a warmth that reminded her

and Tilda were indeed an item, this boy should

said, placing food on Rosalynn’s

“He’s absolutely adorable. I’d love to take

a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, when his dad achieves his goal, that dream might just

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