>>69519369>I set the little table out back, paper plates out and cups iced and set. Whole group's supposed to be here in less than an hour. I smile at the thought of a full get together, all our schedules lining up for this weekend. I glance up to see the wife moving some goods over to the grill. I smile as I see her trying to sneak a couple of cold hotdogs while she's going.>I get a glare as I turn to a full laugh as I finish setting everything, turning to join her at the cook station. I'm almost batted away as she hoards the thing. >"Hey! I told you I'M cooking, today. Off." I get a wave as she uses a wing to wall me out. Shame that her midriff is vulnerable. Oh well.>Hands shoot right in and I give her a quick tickling as her wings bat at me, voice high and barking that I'm gonna catch a claw if I keep it up. Right.>I leave her as she glares blushing at me, flattening her clothes as she returns to the grill, lighting it and starting the flames.>She was quite vehement on cooking for everyone today and honestly, I think I'm a fan. She's been slowly picking up home-making habits and insisting on being the 'woman of the house'. Wonder how much of that is her mother shining through. I giggle and imagine a tiny Sam barely able to keep the grill going as I look from the house, returning to ensure everything is set and ready. Drinks still in the fridge, cooling. I do note Lucy's left some veggies in the fridge. I go ahead and nab them to drag out to her but not before the doorbell rings.>A quick time check reveals whoever it is is about fifteen minutes early. I set the un-roasted vegetables down and hop over to the front, opening up to a pink and purple pair. >Reed's looking a bit more cleaned up, but still like he lives under a bridge. A nice bridge. Holey jacket and pants, stained tank underneath but a trimmed beard and tied back shaggy hair.cont. also surprise we're going in reverse order today.