Warren's 'verse. Peace residence. Morning time.
Mornbein shut Lobo off, then hopped off the flying Harley and jogged into the house, dropping all the things she'd bought on the table in passing as she went to the master bedroom to check on her guys. What she saw inside made her grin.
Warren lay smack in the middle of the big king-sized bed, flat on his back, but with his mouth closed for once. One arm was around Sirius, who slept peacefully on his father's T-shirted chest.
Chuckling, she turned back and started ripping open packages and throwing stuff in piles on plates, feeling very proud of herself for fixing breakfast.
Warren lay smack in the middle of the big king-sized bed, flat on his back, but with his mouth closed for once. One arm was around Sirius, who slept peacefully on his father's T-shirted chest.
Chuckling, she turned back and started ripping open packages and throwing stuff in piles on plates, feeling very proud of herself for fixing breakfast.