"Dora?" Brian questioned.
Trip threw back his head and laughed loudly. "Dora the Explorer. Why does that not surprise me, Raine?"
Renee cleared her throat and I refused to look at her.
"Well, okay. Thanks for bringing my car back. Let me get your keys." I dug in my purse while my cheeks burned red. I needed to get them out fast before Norah opened her adorable little mouth and let forth more embarrassing words.
"Momma, can Aunt Kenna make me breakfast first before she fixes your stupid sewing machine?"
"Norah Grace, you know I don't like that word," Renee scolded, bopping her nose.
"Well, it was either that word or another and I don't think you really would have liked the other one."
Trip and Brian laughed, but it turned into a cough when Renee shot them the evil eye.
"I can take a look at your sewing machine. I used to fix my grammy's all the time when her eyesight went bad," Brian offered.
"It's fine. Kenna's really good at fixing it," Renee stammered, her hand flying to her unruly hair.
"Momma, this is perfect. He can help you with your stu—I mean, sewing machine, and Aunt Kenna and Uncle Trip can cook breakfast."
I groaned, staring at the ceiling.
"I really need to get back," Trip started, but Brian wasn't having any of it.
"What a great idea." He slapped Trip on the shoulder before moving closer to Renee. "Lead the way."
"No, really, it's fine." Renee eyed me and I just shrugged.
She finally blew out a breath and headed toward her sewing machine with Brian right behind her.
"Come on, Aunt Kenna. Come on, Uncle Trip." Norah grabbed our hands and pulled us into the kitchen.
"She calls everyone uncle?" Trip’s voice sounded skeptical.
"Norah, if you want to turn five I suggest you keep your mouth shut," I hissed to her.
Norah's little face scrunched up as she contemplated if her next birthday was truly in danger. My face must have conveyed how serious I was.
"Yes, I call everyone uncle. I get confused. I'm only four, you know." Norah put her hands on her hips and glared at Trip, her face daring him to contradict her.
Trip winked at her before swinging her around, resting her on his hip. "What are we having for breakfast?"
I dragged my feet behind the two of them. I tried not to think about how cute Trip was holding Norah. When I felt the image burn into my brain I began reciting the muscles in the body.
"What did you say about my gluteus maximus?" Trip asked, turning around to smirk at me.
"Aunt Kenna recites the muscles when she gets annoyed," Norah explained to him. "So don't worry, it wasn't your butt she was thinking about."
Trip's eyes went wide and I giggled, grabbing Norah from his arms.
"It's never yours," I added.
Trip's eyebrow went up and his gaze landed on my chest before looking back into my eyes. "I highly doubt that. So what are we making for breakfast? I make a mean blueberry waffle."
"The waffle part sounds amazing but skip the blueberries," I told him, shuffling around the kitchen to pull out the waffle iron.
"What? Blueberries are the best part."
