He shook himself then wrapped the ends of the cape around James’s shoulders and clipped it into place.
“Thanks!” James told him cheerfully.
If Michael did start wondering what happened to that cape, it would devastate James to have to return it. Maybe Jacob should go ahead and buy a few more. Just in case.
He snorted as he walked around the table.
“What?” James asked around a mouthful of carrot and dip.
“You are going to be so spoiled,” Jacob confessed. It was exactly what he’d been thinking. It wouldn’t just be one cape that Jacob bought for him. James would have every color available. And with Jacob’s money, the possibilities were endless.
James grinned. “Not going to complain about that.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” Jacob replied. He pulled out the chair next to James and sat while still holding on to Kane.
“Good snack,” James said as he began to stack his crackers. Cracker, sausage, cheese, cracker, sausage, cheese, cracker.
“You don’t need to stack everything into one,” Jacob advised.
“But…” James pushed out his bottom lip while adding sausage and cheese. “It’s like the giant sandwiches that Scooby eats. Haven’t you seen those episodes?”
“You are not an animated dog. You’ll choke.”
James glanced at the stack and cocked his head.
“One at a time,” Jacob told him. “Cracker, sausage, and cheese.”
James sighed but did start to rearrange the stacks. Once he had the stacks in line, he picked one up and shoved it into his mouth.
The boy was still going to choke.
Jacob shook his head. “If you choke to death, you won’t see what else I have for you.”
“What?” James asked. Pieces of his food flying over the table. “Oops!”
“Boy,” Jacob said sternly.
James picked up his cup and took two large swallows. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Just like the night before when James called him that, Jacob grew warm.
“What else did you get?” James asked.
“Finish your snack,” Jacob ordered.
James narrowed his eyes.
“I have all night,” Jacob warned him.
Picking up another stack, James carefully bit into this one.
“Good boy,” Jacob praised. He set Kane on the table in front of him. He still wasn’t sure where the name came from. Not thatit mattered. James naming his superhero action figure meant he had a connection with it.
There was still a little dancing while James ate every bite of his snack.
“You did eat dinner, right?” Jacob asked, standing and picking up the plate.
“Cal made lasagna and garlic bread and chocolate cake,” James told him.
