Rafe's POV
"I taught you well, bud," I said with pride, remembering how we'd eaten pizza and other things with our hands the previous day, without any care.
Lucian shook his head with a smile and turned to return to the kitchen. "I'll get you more."
"For me as well," I said.
"Only for the kids today." The bastard refused me. "Go suck some blood from the bags in refrigerator."
Never mind.
I took a big piece of pancake from Eira's dish.
"Hey, that's mine," she said angrily.
"But now it's mine," I countered and started eating already. "Damn, truly tasty."
Raven stopped eating. He picked up one piece of his pancake and placed it in Eira's dish.
Surprised, she looked at him. The little guy was so thoughtful.
"You don't need to," she told him and was about to give it back, but he pulled his dish away, insisting she could eat it.
She felt a little guilty, and as expected, turned to me to vent her anger.
"See, the little boy is more thoughtful than you," she said.
