"Alice, Blake time for breakfast." I yell up the stairs for the two pups. Two years have passed since we have made this house our home. Since we came to Toronto and met Atticus. Two years of them slowly working on shedding their past and looking to their future. With a smile, I make my way back to the kitchen, Albot sitting at the breakfast bar reading the paper as Atticus works on his laptop as usual.
"When are we going to tell them?" Albot asks, setting the paper down and joining me at the stove to swipe a piece of bacon from the plate.
"Later tonight. I want to take them out today to go apple picking like we always do." I sigh out, swatting away his hand as Albot tries to sneak another bacon off of the plate. I glare at him in warning, evading his out stretched hand as I move to
