Caroline's POV
I smelled coffee when I came downstairs next morning. Mom was making pancakes in the kitchen, hair up in a messy bun.
"Morning honey. Sleep okay?" she asked, putting a perfect pancake on a plate.
"Best sleep in weeks," I said. "Where's Liam?"
Mom laughed while making more pancakes. "He's with your dad in the barn, milking Daisy."
I smiled, thinking about my city kid trying to milk a cow. "Better go check on Dad."
Walking to the red barn through the wet grass, I heard Liam giggling. Inside, he was sitting on a little stool next to Dad, who was helping him milk the cow.
"Like that, little wolf," Dad said. "Not too hard."
Liam had his thinking face on, tongue sticking out. When milk hit the bucket, his eyes got huge.
"Mommy!" he yelled when he saw me. "I making milk!"
