Cracker’s POV
“Stop feeding him bacon! You’ll make him fat,” I said, slapping Steel’s fingers, but I missed my mark by far, and Max got to have another piece of bacon. He yelped happily, ignoring me just like the man in my kitchen currently making me fried eggs and--- well, bacon.
I was standing by the kitchen island, watching the two of them interact. Steel just snickered, mumbling something about men having to stick together and fed him another piece. And I swear the dog just looked at me and blew a raspberry! Take that mommy, it said, and I laughed.
It was just an ordinary Saturday, but I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this good. Oh, I was sore alright. Hell, I think someone should give me a medal for taking a Steel Rod multiple times last night – but I wasn’t about to compla
