Page 25 of The Light to My Darkness (The Light to My Darkness 1)

I laughed. "It's going to get cold, Scar." I looked back at Jon and smiled.

"She's a perfectionist," James said as he placed a bowl down for Jon. "Remind you of someone we know?" He nodded toward me.

Jon laughed. "I was going to say you, son."

"And I was going to say Jon," I said.

The three of us all laughed.

"I have an idea," Jon said to Scarlett. "How about you make a snake with your raisins and I'll make a stork with mine."

"No, I want to make the stork. I'm scared of snakes, Grandpa."

"But didn't you just say..."

"I thought if I made a snake and ate it then I wouldn't be scared. But I don't want him inside of me forever."

Jon raised his eyebrow, just like James so often did, and looked up at us.

James shrugged.

"Well, okay, sweetheart," Jon said. "How about we both make storks then?"

She nodded and put her hand into the bag of raisins. "Don't forget the oven," she said and handed him a sticky fistful of raisins.

Jon looked back up at us. "What is all this about snakes, storks, and ovens?"

"You don't know about babies, Grandpa? I can teach you." Scarlett launched into the story James and I had spun.

Jon shook his head and looked up at us.

"We have to get going," James said and looped his arm behind my back. "We'll see you two later."

"Okay, Daddy." She turned back to Jon. "But there's a timer, so the babies don't burn. And each oven has two storks just in case one misses the timer. And they're not allowed to potty at the same time."

I tried not to giggle at Jon's exp

ression as we left them in the kitchen. "He's going to think we're awful parents." We stepped onto the elevator.

"He was just telling me the other day how lovely Scarlett is. Maybe he'll think she made the story up herself and that he'd completely misjudged her."

I slapped James' arm. "Oh, geez, what if he tells her the truth? An innocent story about storks is so much better than an explanation of sex. She's much too young."

"I should probably text him?" He raised both eyebrows.

"Absolutely."

James pulled out his phone and sent his father a text. His phone bleeped a minute later with a response. "Yup, he said we're awful parents."

"He did not." I grabbed his phone from him. The text read, "I'm not going to explain sex to a child. What do you think I am, a snake monster?"

I laughed and handed James his phone back.

The elevator doors opened. William was already standing by the car. He opened up the door when he saw us.

I missed our old driver, Ian. It had been over a year since he had moved, but I still always expected to see his smiling face opening the door. Ian was practically family now. He had been dating James' sister, Jen, ever since our wedding. And he had quit so he could move across the country to live with her. It was romantic and wonderful. It didn't mean I didn't miss him though. Not that William wasn't great. He was. But he wasn't Ian.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter," William said.

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