It took quite some time for us all to get settled, but soon enough, we were all seated on the floor in front of the large TV. Gray had ordered takeout, and Kris was sitting on Gray's lap with a bowl of food in his hands.
The nannies had retired, and Gray was leaning back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on me. I held the bowl of broth in my hands, twirling around the carefully plated soup, my body hyper aware of the fact that our feet were touching under the blanket we had wrapped over us.
"Do you like it?" Gray asked, and I turned, ready to answer, but he was leaning towards Kris, who was giving him a big thumbs up.
I smiled to myself and turned away, bringing the spoon to my lips. It was easily the best broth I have ever had, and I felt all of my fatigue immediately wear off, my bones ref
