“Could you lay down with me?”
I looked over at Kevin and he cleared his throat.
“She’ll be up in a second,” he said.
“Okay,” Sydney said.
I smiled and shook my head as I turned my body away from his. I started up the steps, but I could feel his eyes on my ass. I exaggerated the sway of my hips, teasing him as my hand drifted softly along the banister.
Then I turned around one last time to take in his predatory stare before I disappeared to go lay down with Sydney.
CHAPTER 33
KEVIN
“Chef!”
“Yes, sir?”
“I want a big breakfast for this morning,” I said. “An entire spread. Pancakes and fruit and eggs and bacon and all sorts of juices.”
“Are we celebrating something?” my chef asked.
“The future,” I said, as I headed for the stairs. “And don’t forget the coffee!”
I walked back up the stairs and went into the kids’ room. Brooke had fallen asleep next to Sydney last night and I didn’t have the heart to wake her. Sydney was curled up in Brooke’s arms and Daniel was reaching out toward them. His hand was across the entire aisle and rolled up in the back of Brooke’s shirt, trying to get some of her comfort as he slept all through the night.
It was a beautiful sight.
“Time to wake up,” I said, as I flipped on the light.
Everyone groaned, and I smiled as Brooke began to stir.
“Breakfast time,” I said. “In about thirty minutes.”
“Good. Can you turn that light off?” Brooke asked.
“No can do,” I said. “Thirty minutes!”
I went downstairs and set the table as I listened to everyone pad around upstairs. Water was running, and the kids were giggling and I could hear Brooke talking sweetly to them. It was music to my ears. The perfect sound to wake up to in the morning. They all came bounding down the stairs as Brooke ushered the twins into the kitchen and her eyes widened at all the food.
“Are we feeding an army?” she asked.
“You haven't seen these kids truly eat breakfast,” I said.
There were pancakes and syrups and eggs in every sort of way. Bacon and sausage and biscuits and jams and all sorts of sliced fruits. Four different fruit juices and a strong pot of coffee, and I watched Brooke in enjoyment as she took in how Sydney and Daniel inhaled their food.
“You weren’
t joking,” she said.
“They have large appetites in the morning,” I said.
“Chef, how are these eggs cooked?” Brooke asked.
“Benedict,” he said.
“This white sauce is incredible.”