PARKER
The new cooks really knew what they were doing and they were a pleasure to be around. The kids at the orphanage loved them and they adored the new house mother Ms. Watkins.
She had lost her warrior mate in a rogue attack 2 years ago and had been helping decorate houses up until now. She was only about 25 so the kids related to her a bit more and she loved the kids too. She didn’t have any of her own.
“Alright, sweet peppers!” Ms. Watkins called. “On with your backpacks! And don’t be spicy about it!” She laughed at her own joke. The kids smiled at her and she prepared herself to walk them to school.
“Oh, I’ll walk them, Ms. Watkins,” I said as I approached her. “I usually do.”
She beamed at me. “It’s no problem. I love these kiddos. And I’ll walk them home too. I don’t have an
