"We not apposed to come in the kitchen wifout an adult," Wyatt grumbles.
"That's right, baby." Letty ruffles his hair. "It'd make Mama sad forever if you got hurt."
"But…you're here."
"Did you know I was here, Wyatt James?"
"No," he whispers reluctantly.
"No!" Wesley cries. "We starbin'."
Letty softens, chuckling. "You're starving, huh?"
"So am I," I growl, staring at her over their heads.
She smirks at me. "Why don't you go wait in the mess hall with Daddy, and I'll make you guys a snack?"
"Do I get a snack, too?"
"No. You already had one," she says.
I growl softly.
"You'll just have to wait until later to eat."
"Fine." I meet her gaze, mine burning. "But I intend to eat every inch of my next snack, Letty baby. For hours."
She shivers, her eyes going glossy, and then she gives her head a sharp shake, her lips quirking into a grin. "Get your sons out of my kitchen, caveman. I've got work to do."
"Fine." I shift the boys in my arms so I can grab her, planting a hard kiss on her mouth. "But you're all mine later."
Her expression softens as she reaches up to touch my cheek. "I'm always all yours, Walker. Always."
Damn straight she is.
