"Oh, Luna you know you don't have to do that," a female voice scolded from behind me. I smiled when I closed the dishwasher and turned to face her. Marge, a woman in her sixties who had the main responsibility of the kitchen, was watching me the way a mother looks at her misbehaving kid.
"You're too late again, Marge," I teased. Over the last seven years she has tried to stop me from doing any chores, but I actually enjoyed doing it every once in a while. Every time she caught me, our interaction was always the same. I patted her shoulder as I passed her, smiling at her disapproving look.
When I was about to climb the stairs to the second floor, Jax appeared in the doorway with four little munchkins hanging off of him. He had Jay and Kaiden under one of his arms, Lucas on his back, and
