Grace's POV.
"It smells great in here."
Rhyder stepped out of our room and wiffed the air. He smiled as he approached me, but his eyes carried a certain look of concern in them.
He stepped up behind me and closed his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.
"Thanks, I hope you're hungry."
I smiled sweetly as I turned a few pieces of bacon over in the skillet. The toaster popped - Tate came bounding in from the dining room where he was already busy setting the table.
"I'll get it! I'll get it!"
He hurried over to the toaster to grab the warm slices of bread, popping in two others.
"Morning, daddy! I'm helping mommy!"
He didn't wait for Rhyder to respond before running into the dining room again to finish with the table.
Rhyder chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head and bur
