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Continued from here.
"Don't worry about it, Wes, I love cooking for you," I tell him over my shoulder while I pad back to the kitchen once he's taken the bottle from me. Cute blush though.
Clanking noises ensue while I get everything together. With a breakfast like this, having supernatural speed certainly helps. And I can still hear Wes' conversation with Connor - which I love to listen in on, even though I probably shouldn't at times. He makes me chuckle quietly this time though. No, no one will envy Connor the bizarre family he's going to have. And the even more bizarre origins of that family.
I'm abot halfway finished with things when I hear Wes' whisper loud and clear. "Hmm?" I murmur, wiping off my hands before padding back into the bedroom- "Wow!" I whisper, not wanting to disturb Connor. "Oh my god, Wes!" I whisper again, eyes probably as big as saucers. "Do you think that's normal? Or is he extra strong?" I wonder out loud quietly, slipping onto the bed to sit next to them and forgetting about breakfast in the kitchen momentarily.
My eyes meet Wes' with a big smile. Our son! He's doing things on his own! I can barely believe it. I lean in to kiss Wes' cheek. "Amazing," I murmur next to his ear, watching Connor again raptly.
"Don't worry about it, Wes, I love cooking for you," I tell him over my shoulder while I pad back to the kitchen once he's taken the bottle from me. Cute blush though.
Clanking noises ensue while I get everything together. With a breakfast like this, having supernatural speed certainly helps. And I can still hear Wes' conversation with Connor - which I love to listen in on, even though I probably shouldn't at times. He makes me chuckle quietly this time though. No, no one will envy Connor the bizarre family he's going to have. And the even more bizarre origins of that family.
I'm abot halfway finished with things when I hear Wes' whisper loud and clear. "Hmm?" I murmur, wiping off my hands before padding back into the bedroom- "Wow!" I whisper, not wanting to disturb Connor. "Oh my god, Wes!" I whisper again, eyes probably as big as saucers. "Do you think that's normal? Or is he extra strong?" I wonder out loud quietly, slipping onto the bed to sit next to them and forgetting about breakfast in the kitchen momentarily.
My eyes meet Wes' with a big smile. Our son! He's doing things on his own! I can barely believe it. I lean in to kiss Wes' cheek. "Amazing," I murmur next to his ear, watching Connor again raptly.