Aiden Grant looked down at the small hand that had proactively grabbed his, smiling like a child with joy in his eyes, and leaned against Lily Shaw: "Wife, I'm so hungry I could eat a cow!"
Lily Shaw was long used to him like this, and raised her other hand to affectionately pinch his face, blinking: "Is your wound all healed? If not, you can't have beef."
Aiden Grant felt the warm little hands kneading his slightly cool face, and the strong sense of loss he had felt before vanished. Like an obedient child, he said honestly, "Wife, I'll eat whatever you make."
"Oh wow, I'm only twenty-three, yet I have a child older than me," Lily Shaw teased, not waiting for his rebuttal and pulled him downstairs.
"Wife, I'm your husband!" As soon as she finished speaking, the big man she was pulling along protested unhappily.
