Absolutely not.
Not according to her.
Reality disagreed.
The woman could stare down murderers without blinking but somehow became incapable of forming complete sentences whenever Elias entered a room.
It was adorable.
And if she ever found out I'd thought that, she'd probably turn me into a metallic sphere.
The oven timer beeped.
"Finally!"
Owen practically launched himself off the chair.
"Sit."
He pursed his lips in the most adorable frown I'd ever seen and slowly lowered himself back onto the stool, already muttering about starving to death and how nobody appreciated his suffering.
The little drama king.
I opened the oven and carefully pulled out the lasagna, a wave of heat and steam immediately washing over my face and fogging my vision for a second.
Both children leaned fo
