Dawn's POV
If there was one thing I loved more than a quiet house, it was a house filled with people enjoying a good meal.
Although, considering I'd spent the last twenty years doing most of the cooking, cleaning, and everything else under the sun.
Having someone else take charge of dinner was a rather beautiful experience.
Even if that someone was my thirteen-year-old son.
"Mom, did you drain the noodles?"
I turned toward Evan.
"Yes, Chef."
"All of them?"
I blinked.
"No, sweetheart. I thought I'd leave a few floating around for decoration."
Chelsea snorted.
Evan rolled his eyes.
"Mom!"
"What?"
"I'm just asking!"
"And I'm just answering."
Bull chuckled from where he stood beside the kitchen island.
"Kid's got his hands full with you."
I pointed at him.
"Excuse me, Sasqu
