One and Only

Chapter Twenty-seven

Upon waking Desai, showered, dressed, then went out to the kitchen after making sure the babes were clean and placed in their cribs, to start breakfast. She was in the mood for German pancakes and knew the perfect recipe. Tom wasn't in the house, probably out for his morning run or maybe talking with Luke at his office or over at the Hamilton Agency signing the tons of fan items.

It was early, barely six, so she tried to keep the noise to a minimum as she started the first pot of coffee which was fully leaded, she was drinking caffeine-free right now because of breastfeeding. She also put on the electric kettles for tea.

Turning on some soft music she checked on the babes again as she sat with her back to the door so that if anyone saw her they wouldn't see her breasts as she hooked up the double breast pump and then pulled her shirt down over it as she got back to the task at hand. Making breakfast.

Jack was the first to make his way out of bed and she could hear him as he cooed and spoke softly to the babes. "Good morning, Dee. You're up early, but thank goodness you are," he said as he kissed her cheek then grabbed a cup.

"Why's that, Dad?" she said as she returned the kiss.

"I have no idea in Hell how to operate that coffee machine." He sighed at the first sip, "The best thing ever invented besides the Keurig. Those I can work."

She laughed and almost snorted. For whatever reason he knew nothing about how to work the big Bunn coffee machine that provided coffee for everyone throughout the day.

"You make great coffee, girl, just like your mama."

"Thanks, Dad."

"You're up early," Tom said with a smile as he came in through the back door then kissing her.

"And you're really sweaty. Good run?" she asked as she gazed smiling into his eyes.

"Yeah."

Something was wrong with her world. "Why don't I believe you?" she asked smiling then at Tom's expression she added, "Tell me. What has Fuckbutter done now?"

Jack spewed his coffee through his nose and coughed.

"Let me guess," she said when her husband remained quiet. "She ran with you?"

He had the grace to flush and disconnect eye contact.

"How far?"

"Desai – I ..."

"I think you'd better tell me ... starting right now."

Oh, she was pissed, that Southern accent of hers got more pronounced when she got mad and right now she sounded like she'd never stepped foot out of the state of Alabama and those green eyes of hers were flashing that signal of warning.

"For about three blocks," he sighed, "And yes there were paps everywhere. There was no way around it, love. I was on my way home."

The anger at him left her immediately. "Sorry, earendel. I know it's not you, but she is seriously asking for a good old fashioned ass whipping and I know just how to give her one too without laying a hand on her."

"Babe, I ...," he began but at her look, he shut his mouth. My God but she was gorgeous when she was mad.

"Mix this up," she said pointing to the ingredients she had laid out on the counter. "I'll be right back."

"Babe?"

"Thomas, please just mix it up – in the blender if you don't mind. I'll be right back."