“And mine’s her amazing rack. Toast rack, that is!” came Elias’s voice as he approached, the item in question in one hand, full of toast, and the butter dish in the other, a huge grin on his face and his dimples showing. “Right, who wants what—I’ll start dishing up.”
“Oh, f**k off, the lot of you,” Mia replied, laughing and shaking her head. “Nobody’s fussy, Elias—just stick a bit of everything on all the plates, please.”
“Alrighty.” He hurried off. Thomas quickly retrieved the other two hot drinks from the worktop and brought them back to the table, before sitting down.
A few minutes later, as they sat around her kitchen table digging in to their food, Mia got the merest glimpse of what her life could be like going forward. Granted, it wouldn’t always be like this—as Thomas had rightly
