Josiah
It was a beautiful moment of normalcy. Sitting at the family table for breakfast, Olivia at my side, a steaming cup of my favorite coffee, and Olivia’s barefoot rubbing my ankle under the table. This is what I wanted every morning for the rest of my life.
And then there was a crash from the living room, and the pounding of small feet, and a strawberry blond blur launched through the dining room, straight at Olivia, flipping her plate of eggs and potatoes off the table and knocking over a glass of juice.
“Oh-liv-ee-uh!” Thomas hit my mate so hard he almost knocked her out of her chair.
“Whoa there,” I was going to pluck him off her, but Olivia waved me away, a soft smile on her face as she balanced herself on the chair and cuddled the kid close. The sight of her cuddling
