Page 60 of Made for You

I grunt at her in response,and nod.

She frowns, but answers my grunt. “I have pancakes this morning, chocolate chip and banana, with sausage patties and fresh fruit. Sound good?”

“Sure thing.” I silently go over to the large carafe and pour myself a cup of black coffee.

I turn back and she’s standing in the middle of the kitchen with her hands on her hips.

She points her spatula at me, “Listen here big bad wolf. I do not cook for people who can’t function as human beings and be kind to those cooking.”

“Sorry. Bad morning, and a bad meeting coming up. I will take that, please and thank you.” I walk over kissing her forehead.

“Much better. Now go. I’ll deliver it to you.”

“But you’re so much better to look at than Wyatt.” I pout.

She grins at me, “I don’t know about that.”

“Heard that, little Vi.” Wyatt winks at her when he comes in. “What smells so good?”

I glare at him, and grunt out, “Pancakes.”

He pulls Violet into a hug, staring at me the whole time. “Sounds delicious. Can you get me an order.”

“Sure thing, baby.” She kisses his cheek, teasing me.

I growl and go into the office, where there is now a new table instead of a desk per Emma’s demand.

I can hear the two of them laughing in the kitchen when Emma opens the door and comes in.

“What’d I miss?” She points with her thumb to the kitchen behind her.

“Just those two giving me shit,” I roll my eyes.

“That sounds right. Now why am I here? Good news, bad news?”

“Let’s just say I’m letting Pops be the one to share the news.” I answer as Wyatt walks in.

“Yea, Pops is definitely going to be the one to talk.” He takes his seat next to me.

“Oh great. So it’s that kind of meeting.” She plops into her seat across from us.

Violet brings Wyatt and I our pancakes, and she put a chocolate chip heart on top of his, but not mine. I scowl at her but refrain from making a comment, at least in front of these fools.

I text her under the table, like I’m in school again.

Me:You think you’re cute with that stunt?

Violet:Sure do. I’m hilarious.

Me:Yeah, we’ll see if you like your punishment later. I have one in mind.

Violet:In that case, Wyatt might need a muffin. >

Fuck.This girl. I fidget in my seat, the fact that she wants me to punish her has me getting hard in the office at the worst possible time.

Pops shows up, with Mom in tow. The look on her face tells me that Pops has already told her, and it was probably right before they walked in. She looks as mad at him now as she did the day she found out he let us all steal a beer with him on our eighteenth birthdays. A tradition that was kept secret,and always looked forward to by us. He followed up with the fact that this was the only one we were allowed to have til our twenty-first, as far as he’s concerned we all followed his rule.

Mom and Pops take their seats at each head of the table. Mom is still scowling at him.

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