By the time we made our way back to the cabin, the sun was high in the sky. Chloe was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the twins. I nudged her out of the way and took over the task of making scrambled eggs and toast. Cooking always calmed me. Not that anything could really calm me right now - except having Piper back in my arms.
"You really don't have to do that," Chloe said. "I am capable of feeding my own children."
"I know." I adjusted the temperature on the stove and was hit with the memory of standing in this very spot, teaching Piper how to make pancakes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"So, did you boys have fun?" Chloe leaned against the island counter, arms crossed.
"Loads," Trent said, then kissed her cheek. "Sorry I was out all night."
"Don't worry about it," she said softly.