She smiled and said, “I love you too. Always,” and I was instantly reminded of how lucky I was to have her.
“Always,” I agreed. “We should get up. I smell Gran’s cooking and they’re already in the kitchen. ”
Face flushed, she buried her head into my pillow. “Do you think they heard us?”
I laughed. “They didn’t hear us. But we’re married now, so we can do this stuff. ”
“Jack! Don’t be disrespectful. ”
“Me? You’re the disrespectful one,” I teased before planting a kiss on her forehead. “Now get up. Unless you plan on eating breakfast naked. Honestly, I don’t think Gramps would mind. Or Dean. ”
Her face twisted in mock horror and she smacked me playfully. “You’re disgusting. ”
A little while later, we settled into our seats at the table and I noticed Dean heading our way. I palmed a blueberry muffin and waited. He walked through the entryway and I hurled the muffin.
“Seriously?” He looked down to see the crumbled pastry at his feet.
“Jack! Don’t throw food!” Gran scolded and I shrugged.
“Nothing says good morning like a muffin to your gut,” I teased and Cassie swatted me in the arm.
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Hit him harder next time, Sis. Like this. ” He walked over to me and socked me square in the right shoulder.
The chair screeched as I scooted out of it and chased after my little brother. He ducked and weaved throughout the kitchen, Gran yelling in the background and Gramps laughing at our antics, before I finally caught him and started whaling on his shoulders.
“Stop hitting me, you dick!” Dean yelled as he attempted to pull his shirt from my grasp.
“Don’t hit me in front of my wife. ” I released the death grip I had on his clothes and watched as he stood up straight, brushing off his bicep where I’d just hit him.
“You just wanted an excuse to say that. ”
“Say what?” I mocked with fake confusion.
“Wife. ” Dean looked over at Cassie for support, who watched us with a grin on her face and shook her head, refusing to get involved.
“Stop acting like you’re twelve again and eat some breakfast,” Gran insisted.
“Yeah, Jack. Stop acting like you’re twelve. ” Dean shoved me before running to his seat and slamming his ass down.
“You two are ridiculous,” Cassie remarked. “This smells amazing, Gran. Thank you so much. ”
“You’re welcome. I’m just so happy to have you all here,” Gran said with a smile before placing full plates of food at the center of the table.
Dean lifted a waffle with his fork and I swatted at it with mine, causing it to fall on the table. “You’re such a jackass,” my brother whined.
“Dean! Language. ” The scolding from Gran had become all too familiar whenever we were together.
“He was being a jackass, hon,” Gramps noted and I stifled a laugh.
A voice called out from the front door, and I noticed Dean stop midbite when he realized it was Melissa. “Knock-knock! Anyone home?”
“Yay! Melis!” Cassie jumped up from her seat and ran out of the kitchen as Dean glared across the table at me.
“You could have warned me she was coming over. ”
I shrugged and shoved a bite of waffle in my mouth, mumbling around it, “Didn’t know. ”
“Liar. ”