Before I can even answer, our son yells out very dramatically from the backseat.
"Yes! Please! I'm starving."
Zane chuckles and I shake my head.
"You're always starving, and you had breakfast so you can't be that hungry."
"Yes I can! That was ages ago! I'm a growing wolf! I need lots of food!"
Zane just smiles at him before he looks at me questioningly.
"Yes, we can go to the diner and get some food to feed our starving little wolf."
Zane's smile gets even bigger as he nods at me.
"What?"
I ask arching my brow.
"Nothing."
Zane shrugs.
"No, tell me."
"You said OUR. I like it."
I frown at him and shake my head.
"Your weird."
"That my be, but I'm your weirdo."
Zane smirks at me as he parks the car infront of the diner and gets out. He walks around back to get Zayde and I m
