“Yeah we get it,” Iris huffed irritated that her evening had been ruined by the annoying rug rat.
“Come here kid,” Jaime inclined her head to the boy.
Moving forward he cuddled into her lap “you’re not mad at me?”
“Nope,” she shook her head “just promise you won’t tell your parents what you saw us doing.”
“I won’t,” he promised snuggling into her.












