Kneading the rested dough, my fingers deep within the floury texture, I remove one hand to sprinkle a pinch of sea salt and chia seeds from the little ceramic bowl prepared earlier. Satisfied with the firmness of the dough, I separate it into several grease-lined tins and put them in the oven.
"Excellent job on the bread Ava. Why don't you go over and help Bridget & Roisin set the table before the lads arrive?" Eileen, one of the pack wives and Liam's aunt, suggests raising her hand and points.
I turn my head in the direction of her hand and see a heavily pregnant redhead shuffle her way about the massive table. A look of concentration on her face as she delicately arranges cutlery before each seating.
I smile at her and notice that she’s followed closely by the dark-haired Roisin.
