I press a kiss to Noah's head, "Not yet. We'll talk about that with your Mama—hey, you want to help me make breakfast for her?"
Subject changed, Noah's eyes light up. "Yeah!"
Liam's already moving to grab a pan from the drawer, placing it on the stove as Noah grabs his step stool to help him. Taylor walks over to lean against the counter next to me.
"How were they?"
"Perfect little angels, as always," Taylor smirks. "Well, I don't think you went back to your parents, so it seems you guys had some very good alone time."
Not even able to help it, I smile and shrug my shoulders which makes her laugh. She walks over to the boys to drop a kiss on each of their heads.
"Alright, I'm out of here. I've got my own breakfast date."
"WithCoach Trey,"Noah teases, the little tattle-tale. Taylor's eyes narrow, but he and Liam just burst out laughing.
I have to hide my smile when she turns her glare on me.
"So... Coach Trey, huh?" I can't help but ask as I walk her to the front door.
"We're hanging out," she shrugs, shooting me a look to not ask anymore.
"He's a good guy," I comment, before adding. "Really good family."
"I know," she nods with a really happy grin, then she looks at me for a long moment. "Last night seemed to go well for you guys."
I grin, shameless. "It did."
"Good," Taylor smiles, before heading out the front door. "Tell Wendy I'll text her later."
"Drive safe," I say, which she acknowledges with a wave overher shoulder.
Once she's gone, I walk back into the kitchen where Liam's working on the eggs and Noah's keeping his eyes locked on the waffle iron.
Liam must have turned the speaker on, because music is playing softly from it. Smiling at the sight and the feelings coursing through me, I start the coffee and grab fruit to chop up.
I'm pouring Wendy her coffee when I hear her footsteps on the stairs, and Liam's placing the plate of eggs on the table while Noah carries over the sky-high plate of waffles.
The flowers I gave Wendy last night sit in the middle of the table, cheerful and happy, and I place our coffees near our plates just as my wife walks into the kitchen.
She's wearing her normal weekend clothes—a Mercy Ridge hoodie, leggings, and socks on her feet.
Noah sees her and barrels over for a hug, which she accepts with a big smile. The sight of them makes my heart melt, and Wendy presses a kiss to his head.
"What is this?" Wendy asks, her voice delighted.
Liam and I share a pleased smile.
"Mama, we made you breakfast!"
She gasps, "You did?"
"Come sit," Noah says, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the table, where Liam is waiting with her chair pulled out.
As she sits, I place a glass of orange juice next to her coffee. Noah rushes to grab the bowl of fruit and places it on the table, too, and Wendy takes in the feast in front of her.
"And to what do I owe this queen treatment?"
"Not a damn thing," I say, gesturing for the boys to sit in their seats across from us. "This is your new normal, get used to it."
