I threw the covers off my body and sat up, my heart racing until I remembered that Carter was here. I took a few seconds to listen through the closed door, wondering when that had happened. I could only assume Carter had closed it so I could sleep. I climbed out of bed and sneaked down the hall to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and hair before following the sound of voices. Arriving at the kitchen, I laid my hand over my chest, the scene so unbelievably adorable, it was almost as cute as a kitten hugging a puppy. Maverick was standing on a chair at the counter, whisking batter in a bowl while Carter stood at the stove, cracking eggs over a pan. “Mom,” Maverick exclaimed. “I’m helping Carter with breakfast.” “I see that, baby.” I closed the distance between us and he lifted his head for a kiss. I hoped he always wanted to kiss me in the morning. “You’re doing such a good job.” “Hey, what about me?” Carter challenged. “What about you?” I said. He tugged me to him and covered my mouth with his.
