“Good morning, my bonded mate. I made bacon.” He held out two plates, each holding an entire package of cooked bacon. “My bacon, your bacon.” He handed me one and I sat at one of the bar stools.
“I had a dream.”
“A dream? Was it about me? Was it naughty?” He gasped with a grin.
I simpered at him, smiling. “We were at a farmhouse somewhere. I’ve never seen it before. There was a party outside and there were four children calling me mother. One of them was Kitty.”
He crunched some bacon and brought over a pan of eggs to dump onto my plate. “Four kids? Sounds like a lot of work. How many looked like me?”
“Two.”
“Only two? Pssh. I need to step up my game.” He sat next to me. “Was it happy? The dream. Was it a happy dream?”
“Yes,” I said, smiling.
He toasted bacon with me and kissed me with tasty bacon breath. “Then our future looks pretty good.”