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“So when can I talk about it?”
“Come on over here, siren.”
“I’m going to sit on you.”
He gave her a slow smile. “I really, really like you,” he said smoothly.
“What about Sawyer? Can he eat them?”
“Oh, psh. No one is listening to us.”
He began to fill the sink with warm water, his head bent over his task.
“Oh my God.”
He looked over at her almost apologetically. “Hey. I like you.”
She wrapped her legs around her waist, grinning sleepily at her. “Hi, Mama. Do we have pancakes?”
“Do you not think you’re cute?”
He came in a while later. “It was just your hand, right?”
“Hush.”
“Mine is only one color. You should see Eden, she can...” He trailed off before he cleared his throat. “I can only do bronze.”
She reached up for her. “Mama...”
"The cutest."
He set his bag on the couch, heading to the kitchen. "Go ahead and head to the bathroom. I'll get the oatmeal."
"Is not."
"We can make fireworks with our magic."
She murmured in her sleep, burying her face in the pillow.
