“I’ll make you a plate,” Maisie said.
“No,” Poppy countered. “I’ll do it, Mummy. Sit down and relax. Devon can do the dishes while I fix him a plate.”
“How’d I get roped into doing the dishes?”
“Your bottomless stomach roped you into doing the dishes.”
He leaned over and kissed her. “You’re lucky Ilove you with every breath in my body.”
She slapped his ass. “Same, babe. Same.”
Done with Hatch, Tenley made her way to Waverly and climbed up beside her. “You’re pretty.”
“Thank you, sweetie, so are you.”
She bobbed her head. “I know. Everyone says so.”
I grinned. “Self-esteem on ten, this one.”
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“Yeah, it really is.”
“Tenley, baby, do you want some milk?”
“Yes, please, Mama.” She slid off the sofa and made her way to the kitchen.
“This pie is unreal,” I said.
Waverly smiled. “Yeah?”
“Like, seriously, the best I’ve ever had.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Wow, really?”
“Yeah. You have a gift.”
“I can’t take credit, Gio. It’s all Gran’s gift.”
“You have to accept it and put your spin on it, though,” I pointed out.
“Well, that’s very sweet, Gio.” She blushed. “Thank you.”
“I’m a sweet guy.”
Waverly grinned, taking another bite of her pie as Tenley walked back with a sippy cup and settled her butt back on the sofa.
“Well, hi again,” Waverly said.
“I have milk,” Tenley said.
“I see that. Is it good?”
She nodded as she sipped it. “What do you have?”
“I have apple pie.”
“Can I taste?”
