I grinned before untangling myself from them and dressing quickly.
As fast as I could, I went downstairs and attempted to make breakfast. Cooking wasn’t exactly something I excelled at, but I wanted to make my family food, so I gave it my best.
Burned toast aside, it didn’t turn out too bad.
“Hey,” I greeted Enzo. Shit had still been weird with him, but I knew he was under a lot of stress. We’d been meeting with our men a lot and doubling our patrols, and he had people out getting intel for him.
Hearing Dom’s words seemed to turn him somber, and he was laser-focused on getting shit done. It likely didn’t help that Anson was in our place, but I was hopeful that they’d work through shit.
“Hey,” he muttered, getting a cup of coffee. He sat at the island in his suit, looking exhausted.
“Did you sleep last night?” I asked.
“Not really.”
“Plans for today?” I pressed.
“Work. Meetings. Killing people.” He paused. “Good luck today with the baby stuff. I’ll be thinking of you.”
“Thanks, man.” I slid some partially burned pancakes in front of him.
He raised a brow at me, and I shrugged.
“I’m getting better at it,” I muttered, taking a seat beside him and eating my food. It wasn’t terrible. I could survive off it.
We ate, and I kept looking at the stairs to see if Rosalie and Ellis were coming down. I didn’t want to wake them, but I certainly would.
“Are you happy?” Enzo asked.
“Yes. Almost bliss. All that’s missing is peace in the world.”
He smiled at me. “So you and Rosalie are good?”
“We are.”
“Even with Anson, Ryder, and Klaus?”
“Even with them. I mean, I’m new to it all with them, and Ryder and Anson irritate the fuck out of me, but I don’t know. I don’t hate it. It’s actually fun fucking with the pair.”
Enzo said nothing as he stared at a wall.
“How about you?” I ventured. “Are you happy?”
“You know the answer to that,” he mumbled.
“We make our own heaven,” I murmured.
He chuckled sadly. “Or hell.”
“Or hell,” I agreed. I wanted to say more to him, but E came into the room and eyed us.
“What?” I asked.
He said nothing. He’d been pissed off lately. It wasn’t like him to behave this way.
“Good to see you both getting along,” he said.
“Why wouldn’t we be getting along?” I asked, eyeing E as he poured some coffee. “Life is good, brother.”
