~Rhen~
"Thane, let me help, at least; I'm not that bad at cooking," I hear Harlow tell Thane as I walk into the foyer. Raidon gives me a look, hearing them. They aren't arguing, and they are in the same room together without being at each other's throats. Walking into the hall, I hear Thane huff. He has this pained look on his face.
"Harlow, please let me do it. You can watch."
Oh, god, please say yes, I think to myself. That woman could burn water.
"My cooking isn't that terrible, and you…"
Thane raises an eyebrow at her. I stifle my laugh as I watch them quietly. Raidon and I had raced here the moment we felt her pain, but seeing them now, Thane is taking care of her, and they seem to be getting along.
"You ate the spaghetti I made," she huffs. He grabs her hips, setting her on the
