Chapter Twelve
Heading back over to the coffeepot, I grabbed some of the white porcelain mugs that hung above it. I poured the coffee into the first one all the way to the rim. Demon didn’t like cream or sugar in his. Sandra’s was next, I left a little room for the heavy cream that she liked in hers. I fixed mine next, adding sugar from the stainless steel container beside the coffeemaker.
Taking the three mugs over to the table, I sat them beside each person’s plates. Then, I headed over to the fridge to grab the cream. I took it over to the counter and dumped some into a cup. Picking up the handheld frother, I whipped the cream up before taking it over to her mug and scooping it into her coffee.
It was the little things like this that I did to show my mates that I loved them. I liked
