Lucy stayed for a bit, just visiting and chatting with them, but eventually headed back to her own brownstone, leaving Rafael home with both the kids for the day until Olivia got home that evening.

He was glad to be home though and played with his son in the backyard for a bit before having Noah sit down to finish his school work. A lot of it was done, but he still had a couple of things to do.

Zoom was easy enough to use for schoolwork, and Noah's teacher was still actively involved. Rather than one fourty-five minute class, Noah's teacher was doing three separate fifteen minute classes a day with a third of the class each time in which they went over any questions and as many basics as they could.

They covered a lot of ground, and it no doubt aided the students some, but afterwards that left the parents to make sure that schoolwork was actually getting done. That was fine, honestly, but it had been years since Rafael had seen a far amount of the content that they were learning.

Thankfully, Noah was young so most of it was pretty basic, so he helped Noah finish his schoolwork, which didn't take too much longer, blessedly. The boy then asked for some colouring sheets and did some colouring.

"¡Papi, se me destrozó mi hoja para colorear!" Noah said, his tone making it clear he was upset about the fact. "¿Puedes printearme una nueva?" (Papi, I accidentally wrecked my colouring sheet! Can you print me a new one?)

He raised an eyebrow. "Sí, puedo imprimir una nueva hoja para colorear para ti." He put emphasis on the actual Spanish word for 'to print,' noting Noah had a habit of speaking more Spanglish lately. He didn't mind, per se, but he did want Noah to know the real words as well. "¿Qué tan malo es?" (Yes, I can print you out a new colouring sheet. How bad is it?)

"Muy malo," Noah grumbled, crumpling up the paper. Apparently the thought that it could have possibly been salvaged didn't occur to the boy. Regardless, now he really did need to print a new copy. (Pretty bad.)

"¿Qué hoja era?" he inquired, sighing slightly. He closed his laptop and made his way to the other side of the table. He flatted out the paper so he could get a look at it. "Ah, la que tiene los carros." He eyed Noah. "Bueno, la imprimiré en un momento. Colorea la otra mientras tanto." (Which sheet was it? Ah, the one with the cars on it. Well, I'll have it printed in a moment. Colour the other one in the meantime.)

Noah coloured for awhile, letting Rafael manage to get some work done, and then the boy asked him if he could watch some television. Sofía was still sleeping, and he did have work to do, so agreed, letting the boy go watch a show on Netflix quietly. With the stipulation that it was in Spanish, however, which was easy enough for most shows. Noah already knew perfectly well how to switch the language over and had no issue with it if it meant some screen time.

He managed to get some work done before Sofía woke up from her nap at a quarter to three in the afternoon. He changed and fed her and then put his work away, making a point to focus on the kids.

After an hour of playing with the kids, he did a hit of tidying up around the house, Noah playing quietly in the living room and Sofía in her playpen, a cartoon that more often than not held Sofía's attention playing on the TV.

He then got Noah set up for a craft and, the seven-year-old and infant both temporarily occupied, he sat down to get more work done, returning a few work calls and emails right off the bat.

The rest if the afternoon went similarly; him taking a break every now and then to focus on the kids, and getting as much work done when the kids were occupied and didn't need his undivided attention. Noah admittedly being the easier of the two, given his age and capabilities.

He didn't get as much work as he'd like done, but it was something. He wasn't particularly behind, so that was a plus in his book.

Shortly before six o'clock, he put the files away, deciding he could work after the kids were in bed if he needed to, getting some prep work for dinner done. He was going with arroz con pollo, opting for an easy favourite.

While everything was simmering on low heat, he set a timer and went to focus on the kids, playing a card game with his son.

"Oh! War!" Noah said happily.

"Ready?" he quipped.

"I-de-clare-war!" they both chorused, placing their cards down as they did so. Noah was on a winning streak and it didn't look like Rafael was faring any better this second round either, but the pair were having fun.

Rafael eyed the cards quickly as they placed the last one down. A self-satisfied smile appeared on Noah's face as he did the same.

"¡Tu me gana de nuevo!" Rafael said with a chuckle, throwing his hands up as he spoke. "Me rindo, me rindo." (You got me again! I surrender, I surrender.)

He got up to check on dinner and heard the front door open and his wife's voice start up as she chatted with Noah.

He was loading the dishwasher when a pair of hands appeared on his waste. He turned around to face Olivia and she gave him a quick kiss. "How was your day?"

"Hectic," he said, kissing her on the neck. He kissed her on the other side as well before speaking. "But, good. I spent the last while losing at cards."

She hummed in reply before she pulled him in for a kiss. Any reply was lost against her mouth. He kissed her gently, but it wasn't gentleness either wanted, not now, not after the long day they'd both had, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him, still kissing.

When they finally broke apart, Olivia just smiled. "I missed you at work today."

He chuckled softly. "I missed you too." He eyed her and spoke more seriously. "Long day, mi amor?" he inquired.

She nodded. "You have no idea."

He kissed her on the forehead and made her look at him. "Well, how about some dinner, then you take a nice bath and have some wine?"

She smiled softly. "That sounds kinda perfect, actually."

"Well then we have a plan," he said, squeezing her hand. "Why don't you and Noah go wash your hands, and I'll finish this and serve dinner." Noah had already set the table for dinner, so there wasn't much left to do.

She kissed him on the cheek. "Love you, Handsome."

He crinkled his nose in contentment. "I love you too, beautiful wife of mine, more than you know. Now go wash up so we can eat."

She nodded, the warm smile never leaving her lips. "Noah, Sweetie, dinner's ready! It's time to get washed up!"

"Okay, Mama!" they immediately heard their son call out, followed by hurried footsteps racing to the bathroom.

He shook his head, amused. "Where does that kid get his energy from?"

She gave a little snort. "If you ever find out, let me know. I could use some."

He chuckled. "You're not the only one, Cariño."