“Here we go,” Ava said as she plated scrambled eggs and sausage along with toast.
Setting large servings in front of the kids she hesitantly offered Silas a helping unsure if he would like such a simple meal. He had surprised her when he trailed them to the kitchen wrapping his arms around her as she cooked. Now he pulled her into his lap and held her as they ate the food she prepared. She leaned into his embrace enjoying his comfort.
“So what was up with that food anyway?” Theo asked as he spread jam on his toast.
“I have no idea,” Silas frowned. “But your grandmother will take care of it. She doesn’t abide rudeness.”
“Speaking of rude…who was that woman we had to wait for?” Sean asked. “Lost track of time, my ass.”
“Sean! Language,” Ava admonished.
“No. He’s right,” Silas said. “T
