“Oh come on,” she teased. “You looked so adorable there on the sofa. I’ll show you the pictures later.”

“You didn’t…”

Maggie just grinned and Christopher let his head fall forward until his forehead rested against the table.

“Oh, go get cleaned up. I’m making you guys a proper breakfast.”

Anita left her mug on the table and slowly made her way up the stairs. A minute or two later, Maggie and Christopher could hear the shower start.

“You know, it’s not funny,” Christopher complained as Maggie looked through the cupboards for plates and putting them on the table.

“It’s a little bit funny,” Maggie replied and wrinkled her nose. “Especially now,” she added quetly.

“What?” Christopher looked up from the cup of coffee Maggie put in front of him.

“Oh nothing.”