Lincoln’s POV
Once I’ve plated up our food, I carry it over to the table, sliding one in front of the kid and the other on the mat across from her before taking a seat.
I chuckle as Robyn immediately tips the egg from the toast onto the plate and picks it up with her hands, taking a huge bite and smearing butter over her face.
‘So, where’s Mommy?’ I ask casually, cutting into my own breakfast and taking a bite.
The redhead points above her head, ‘sleeping’ she replies, ‘she was snoring really loud’ she adds in a whisper, her eyes widening, ‘like really REALLY loud! She must be super duper tired.’
I nod, smothering the smirk that threatens my face via another mouthful of food.
We eat in companionable silence, both clearing our plates before I stand up and take everything to the dishwa
