Webb
“You do not look happy this morning. Out of coffee?” I give my brother a sympathetic look as I close the door behind him.
“No but I can always drink more. And do I smell waffles?” He sniffs the air. Jared can sniff out food a mile away to this day.
“You do. I’m sure my wife will feed you.” I sling my arm behind his neck and ruffle his hair like I always do.
“Hey Jared. Here’s your plate.” Sofie slides it across the island. Alex and Quinn are putting their dishes away. They come by to hug Jared before grabbing their backpacks.
“Bye guys.” Quinn calls out as they leave.
Wrapping my arms around Sofie’s waist, I kiss the top of her head. “How come my brother gets his plate made for him?” I grumble teasingly.
“Yours is in the warmer over there with your coffee jellybean.” She winks
