“I’m okay. Tired, recovering, and tired.”
“You said that twice,” Bam said.
“That’s how tired I am. Head is a little fuzzy, too.I’m alright, though,” Tempest said.
“She insisted on another round of healing,” Brandt said.
“She needed it. But she’s really good now,” Tempest said.
The kids looked around the living room, and listened to the people they’d already met talking to a lady lying on the sofa. But they didn’t know who she was. “That’s not Momma,” Leo said, making sure everyone was aware.
Ronan chuckled. “No, that’s Tempest. That’s Mr. Brandt’s wife.”
“Oh. Okay. Hello,” Leo said, waving as Ronan put him down on his feet.
“Hi. I’m very happy to meet you,” Tempest said.
“Can your little boy come play with us?” Matteo asked.
“Maybe in a day or two he can. Right now he’s with his Aunt Hellen, and should be fast asleep,” Tempest said.
“Our Momma is sleeping, too, but we’re going to go see her anyway,” Leo said.
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think, Tempest?” Ronan asked.
Tempest nodded slowly. “I think it’s a great idea. And even though she’s sleeping, I’m sure she’ll know you’re there.”
“Tell you what, you guys hang out with everybody out here for a second and I’m going to check on your mom, first, okay?” Ronan asked.
Leo wasn’t too sure, but agreed anyway, leaning against one of the chairs while watching Ronan walk toward the bedrooms.
“I don’t know why we have to wait. She wants to see us most,” Matteo declared.
“I think he wants to make sure her head is feeling better before y’all go in there,” Bam said as he took a seat beside where Tempest had pushed herself up into a seated position, and took her hand in his.
“Uncle Bam, you don’t have to do that,” Tempest said, when she felt his hand getting warmer as he pushed some of his healing powers into her.
“I know,” he said, smiling at her.
“So, are you guys hungry?” Maverik asked.
“No, sir,” Leo said.
“I am,” Matteo said.
“You’re always hungry,” Leo said.
“So? I’m growing,” Matteo answered.
“Let me see if I can find something to feed you,” Maverik said, walking into the kitchen. He opened the pantry and was digging around for a few seconds before Matteo called to him.
“Is there anymore of that cereal left? The ones with the loops and all the colors?”
Maverik stepped out of the pantry with the box in his hand. “There is. You sure you don’t want some, too, Leo?”
Leo shook his head.
Maverik filled a bowl with cereal and milk and put it on the table, then helped Matteo get situated in a chair so he could eat his cereal.
