Morning Report, Mr. Caleb.

Hi, my love.

As always, we begin with a complaint, Mr. Caleb?

Fiiine.

Of course, of course, I am wrong.

I repent, mister.

Yes.

I didn’t want to bother you with extra messages.

Caleb, please don’t start.

The boys are different.

They don’t feel pressure.

They know they are not obliged to be present.

Sweetheart, don’t be angry.

Please, darling.

I understand, sir.

A report every morning.

Okay, okay.

I really promise to text you every morning that I am fine, everything is good.

I love you more than life.

Just like yesterday.

And just like I will tomorrow.

Will you be satisfied then, sir?

I’m glad to hear that.

While I still have internet, I really want to finish my work.

Sweetheart, please, may I write to you a little later?

I have a lot of wedding ideas.

I’ll write everything out and answer all your questions, okay?

Yes.

Me too.

How sweet you are, Mr. Caleb.

I’m kissing you.

Holding you with all my heart.

My dearest, I’m running.