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"How do you figure that?"
"You're the morning person, not me." She shrugs, reluctantly sliding off my lap to snuggle up with my pillow. "Good luck out there."
"I'm not going out there alone, lamb."
"You're the one who told Gideon that we'd keep Cormac this weekend." She pats me on the chest. "That means whatever they're destroying out there is your problem until after nine."
I chuckle, shaking my head at her. "You're lucky I love you, you know that?"
"Yep. But you aren't sweet-talking your way out of this one, Zayne Carmichael. Your son and nephew are lunatics."
"We have your grandma and aunt to thank for that," I remind her. The boys learned everything they know from watching the two of them. I swear to God, they absorbed their bad influence like sponges soaking up water.
"No, I'm pretty sure they got it from you and your brothers. You're all just as bad as Gran and Bets." She yawns, snuggling deeper into the blankets. "You better get out there before they burn the house down. I don't think Kenna and Gideon would appreciate learning their four-year-old committed arson on your watch."
"Jesus Christ. Is that a possibility?"
Emma shrugs. "You guys burned your mom's shed down."
"Zion did that." Shit. Maybe it is a possibility. I hop up from the bed, grabbing a pair of sweats.
Emma's soft laugh chases me as I make a quick dash to the bathroom.
When I come back out, she's rolled up in the blankets like an adorable little burrito. My heart rolls in my chest at the sight. I stride toward her, brushing my lips across her forehead.
"I'm going to get out there and save the house. I'll wake you when it's time to get ready to go see Gran and Bets."
"'Kay," she whispers. "Love you."
"Love you too, lamb." I kiss her again and then head for the door.
"Hey, Zayne?" she calls from behind me.
"Yeah?"
"Best husband ever," she whispers.
I slip out into the hallway, grinning from ear to ear…right up until I see Callum and Cormac trying to wrestle Callum's mattress to the top of the stairs, dressed in bicycle helmets and knee pads, anyway.
Jesus Christ. They're going to try to ride the damn thing down.
Emma's right. She is the sanest person in this house.
