“Okay,” I whispered and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Sebastian was lying on the couch, shirtless. He’d found a pillow and extra blanket as well.
At least the couch was huge and he could stretch out.
I walked to the bed, moving Lena to the middle and crawling in behind her.
“Thanks for bringing me here,” I whispered, looking at the outline of his body in the dark. “The guys are awesome. And they’re going to show me how to ride a bike tomorrow.”
“Baby, if anyone is showing you how to ride a bike, it’ll be me,” he growled.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“We don’t lick people,” I said, crouching in front of Lena.
“Don’t we?” Sebastian asked, and winked at me before taking another bite of his eggs.
We were in the kitchen, eating the breakfast Sebastian had made. Lena had taken it upon herself to lick first my cheek, then Sebastian’s arm. Every time I told her off, she hid her face in Sebastian’s neck, giggling.
He wasn’t helping the situation when he chuckled along with her, holding her to him whenever she burrowed in. It took a while to separate them, but when I finally did, I sat her on her own chair and squatted down in front of her.
She put her hand on my head in response and rubbed my hair, something she’d seen Sebastian doing earlier. I brushed my hair out of my face and shot him another glare that he responded to with a wink.
“Do you want more bread, or are you finished?” I asked when it became clear she didn’t care that she wasn’t supposed to lick people. I hoped it was only a phase and that the licking was confined to her family.
“Finished,” she sang and jumped off the chair when she saw Talon walk into the kitchen.
He scooped her up as soon as she was in front of him, throwing her up into the air. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to seeing the tattooed bikers play with my kids. But to my surprise, most of them didn’t mind the children being in their space.
There were a few people in the kitchen, eating the eggs and bacon Sebastian had made for everyone earlier. Luca was sitting next to him, copying his every move. Sebastian took a sip of his coffee and Luca took a sip from his own cup filled with orange juice. When Sebastian leaned back in the booth, Luca dropped his cutlery and did the same. Seeing my kids so relaxed and having fun brought my emotions to the surface.
Sebastian had woken up with us this morning, helping me with the kids. Whenever we didn’t have little eyes watching, he’d pull me close and kiss me. He never missed an opportunity to tell me how much the night before meant to him.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this happy and settled. What I thought would be a nightmare stay had so far turned into one of the best times I’d ever had.
“Whoa, buddy, no throwing that thing until I teach you how to,” Talon said, directing my attention from Sebastian to my son, who was currently wielding a knife in front of his body, narrowly missing Talon’s arm.
Lena had thankfully moved to sit on Grim’s lap a few minutes ago, keeping her far away from the lunatic throwing knives.
“Luca,” I called out, making my way over. “Knives are for cutting food, not people.”
Laughter rang out around the table, and I rolled my eyes.They better not tell my son that knives are handy for all sorts of things.
“And you’re not allowed to use knives yet,” I said and took the knife off him once I stood next to his chair.
“Sorry, Nora, my fault,” Talon chimed in. “I showed him how to throw up a knife and catch it by the handle.”
Of course he did. I mean, it was perfectly safe for a four-year old to learn how to throw knives. Not.
I put my hands on my hips and put on my best teacher’s voice. “He’s not old enough to even cut his own bread. For now, knife throwing is out of the question.”
“I’ll show him once he’s a few years older,” Talon said, winking at my son.
“I’ll be big next year,” Luca said, beaming at me.
My heart flipped in my chest at the thought that we’d be around long enough for him to be old enough to throw knives.
“That would still be a no to the knife throwing,” I said, raising a brow, waiting for another response that might encourage Luca.
