"Good," Angus said. "I have breakfast for them." When the girls were in their high chairs, he put for them a bit of scrambled eggs in a bowl for them, along with pieces of banana, little pieces of breakfast potatoes, and bottles with their milk. He had bottles of juice in the fridge if they still wanted those later. He tried to always be at least one bottle ahead. Abbey made him smile. She rarely ever threw her food. She was always happy, and she loved food. She prefered to use her fingers to eat, though, and she was eager to eat today. She seemed extra hungry.
Dakota was far more interested in banging on the high chair's tray and screaming just to delight in hearing the sound of her own voice. Angus laughed. "I did not teach her to do that," Angus said. He shook his head, sighing. Dakota's screaming didn't even seem to phase Abbey. That made Angus laugh. "This child is just permanently happy. And her sister is a live wire. When we've gotten them fed, I have Hawaiian Sweet Bread French Toast for us with coconut syrup, and some eggs. But it is so much easier to feed these two first."
Upstairs, Brian had decided the water was getting cold. He let the water out of the tub and found Khaat could at least minimally dry herself off. He brought her a warm nightgown and slipper socks. He apologized in advance for the use of magic rather than a more personal touch, and he levitated her to bed. He followed, covered her and made sure she had pillows to sit up and lean against. He summoned the tea mugs and managed a shower for himself and clean clothes and a shave. He came back into the bedroom and found the new carafe of tea. He warmed up both their mugs and made his way over to his side of the bed, shoved a stack of pillows against the headboard to lean against and sat on the bed, stretching out his legs. He could not suppress a small cry of pain. His knee was badly swollen. It was so swollen it was pulling at the seams of his jeans.
She looked at him and then saw the swelling in his knee. She took both her hands and wrapped them around his knee. She drew off the pain, and when it did, it was such a change his head spun. He leaned his head back against the pillows. "Thank you," he whispered. She left her hands in place and drew off some of the swelling. They both knew it was only temporary, but it would at least make him more comfortable for the moment.
"Your father is the finest healer I know," he said to her softly, trying to catch his breath from the pain. "But even he does not have the gifts in his hands that you have in yours. Thank you, Khaat."
"You wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for me," she said. He caressed her cheek.
"Baby," he said. "We'll talk about it later. Not now. Let it go for right now, okay?"