CHASE POV
The smell of sizzling bacon must have woken them, because not long after, I heard the soft patter of little feet. Ash appeared in the doorway, his hair tousled and his pajamas slightly rumpled.
"Wow," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep. His wide eyes darted to the stove. "You can cook, Uncle Chase?"
I chuckled, flipping a strip of bacon onto a plate. "I can do a lot of things, kid. Cooking is just one of them."
He wandered over, dragging a chair closer to the counter so he could climb up and watch me. "Mom says cooking is hard," he said, resting his chin in his hands. "She burns toast sometimes."
I couldn't help but laugh at that, imagining Leila cursing at a stubborn toaster. "Well, everyone has their talents. Your mom's good at other things."
"Like running fast!" Ash offered brightly. "She's really good at running. She runs faster than all the kids' moms."