When I walk back into my house after practice, the smell of home-cooked food greets me and it reminds me of being back at my parents’. I dump my stuff in the mud room as Gunner, Adam, Rex, and Callan enter through the front door.
We walk into the kitchen where the girls are busy pulling trays out of the oven as pots bubble on the stove. Even Chloe came over to help make us lunch.
“Hey,” I say, and they all look up.
“Hello,” Vivi says as she stirs something.
Rex makes a beeline for his wife, scooping her up and kissing her like he’s been gone a week. In reality, it’s been about three hours, if that.
“Why don’t you go wait in the den? The food will be done in about twenty,” Chloe says, and the boys turn and head for the TV while I grab us all some drinks.
I walk up behind Vivi and nuzz
