After he finished putting a load of laundry in the washer, he asked me when the last time I ate a proper meal was. I frowned and told him it was when I had breakfast with him and Easton the other day, and he glared before making us enough food to feed his entire team. I watched him while he cooked, and then we sat side by side at the kitchen island, talking and eating together like it was the most normal thing in the world.
