Jack shifted back against his cushions as she snuggled in next to him. Like her, he had aged relatively well also. He hadn’t put on much weight, but he was a little bit thicker in some places which was probably good when it was cold outside. Nobody wants to feel the wind rattling through their bones, not at all.
He was just picking up the knife and fork to cut into his egg and toast when he heard her, and turned his head to look at her, eyes lighting up, and smile turning into a proud smile.
“Of course I can believe it.” Jack said, “She’s studied very hard for those grades. I always knew, second I saw her, she’s going to be brilliant. How could she not, with you as her mother?” he asked, giving her a smile before going back to his breakfast.
…though he eyed his medicine wearily.
Katelynn rolled her eyes with a smile, nudging his arm gently. “I can’t take full credit for her intelligence, love. You were the one who studied with her when I was busy with work,” she replied, a loving smile on her face.
Considering her old work as a reporter and investigator, Katelynn had to work outside the home a lot compared to Jack so studying was left to the father.
“She has your brains, not mine. She only got curiosity from me.”
“Let’s both agree we both did exceptionally well.” Jack said with a chuckle before taking another bite of his eggs and toast but soon prepped some onto the fork and held it up, holding one hand beneath it to avoid any runny egg dribbling onto the bed, and offered it to Katelynn.
“Say ahh.” he whispered.
Jack Maple 