Page 119 of Scarred

“Jules would have loved her,” she finally whispers, causing me to glance her way as she blinks back a tear before nodding toward the kitchen. I watch Luna smile lovingly down at my daughter as she helps her spoon the batter into cupcake tins. “It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if she had a hand in bringing her to you…and to Scarlett.”

She turns to me and softly palms my cheek.

“Take this gift she’s giving you, Cayden. The three of you were brought together for a reason. Luna’s your light after your storm, and I think we could all use a little bit more of that magic that’s being felt in that kitchen right now.”

She pats my arm softly and smiles.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me. I think the three of you could use this time together.”

“You’re family, Mae. You don’t have to leave.”

“I know that, dear, but I think this moment is meant for just you three.”

She smiles and walks back down the hall toward her room.

“Daddy!”

I look back at the kitchen and see Luna and Scarlett smiling at me.

A grin stretches across my face as I walk toward them.

“What is going on in here?” I chuckle, picking up my daughter from her toddler stool.

“Miss Luna came for bwekfist. We made muffins. With chocwet and nanas!”

“Is that right?” I smile. “I can’t wait to try one.”

“We have to wait until they cool,” she says seriously, and I bite back a laugh.

“Very important,” I agree.

I sit her down by her little table in the kitchen that’s covered with crayons and coloring pages of ballerinas, and she immediately gets interested as she grabs a pink crayon.

“I hope it’s okay that I invaded your kitchen,” Luna laughs, as I turn my attention toward her. “I heard Scarlett on the monitor this morning and went to her. I thought we would surprise you with breakfast while you got some extra sleep.”

“It’s more than okay,” I smile, stepping closer to her. My thumb comes out to brush away some flour on her cheek, and she giggles.

“I let Scar pour the flour, and I think I have more on me than the bowl.” Her hand comes up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I must be a mess,” she laughs, swiping the white dust off my t-shirt.

“You look beautiful.”

Her cheeks redden, and that’s all it takes for my lips to softly press to hers. She smells like cinnamon and sugar, and I want to drown in her sweetness as our bodies naturally come together.

Reluctantly, I force myself to step back and lean against the counter. I want to ease Scarlett into this relationship, and making out with her teacher on the very first morning is probably not a good idea…even though it is tempting as hell.

I watch her flustered body put the muffins in the oven, and when she bends over, I don’t hesitate to admire the view. My gaze lingers on her as I enjoy the curve of her ass and her long dancer legs that I love to have wrapped around me.

She must feel my eyes on her because she looks over her shoulder as she closes the door before turning around.

“Were you just checking out my butt?” She asks quietly so that little ears can’t hear.

“Yes,” I grin. “My girlfriend is beautiful, and I’m going to look at her every chance I can get.”

“Smooth save, goalie,” she laughs.

“I am the best,” I wink, walking over to the coffee maker and pouring some into a mug.

Chuckling, she starts cleaning the kitchen, and I step in to help.