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Allie yawned as she entered the kitchen the following morning to find Mia enthusiastically making her own breakfast. This was something she did at home successfully, but it had never been honey on toast before.
Pulling back her daughter's just-past-shoulder-length hair, her hands were sticky as she realised that Mia had managed to get honey in her hair.
That wasn't the only place.
The honey jar had rivulets of honey running down the side and there were several webs sticking to the table in between. Mia's hands were also rather sticky and Allie just stopped her from wiping her hands on her clothes, tugging her over to the sink.
Disaster averted, she saved the honey and headed for the fridge. Bringing forth the orange juice, she reached for a glass as Nick joined them. The kitchen in the chalet was tiny, and his hands rode low on her waist as he headed for the kettle, manoeuvring her off to the side.
Later that afternoon, the three Buchanan brothers sat outside Andy's chalet, a radio sitting precariously on the wooden stump in the middle as they listened to the rugby game. A crate of prawns was nearby as they whiled away the hours with beers and good company.
Nick sat easily, his elbows propped on his knees as he reached forward for another prawn. In the gap between his legs he had two bowls: one for his de-shelled crustaceans, the other for the discarded shells.
Dropping the meat into the left bowl, he noted Tali moving backwards and forwards in the corner of his eyes. Reaching for another prawn, he grinned as his brother swore aloud at his own failed attempts at de-shelling. He always was so much better than him. "Much like the rugby," he added with a grin.
Andy declined from replying, seeing as there were children in the near vicinity as Rick snorted and reached for his beer. He had given up on the prawns long ago.
Half and hour and a beer later, having spent most of his attention on the game and dissecting it with his brothers, his eyes flickering left occasionally to monitor his active daughter, he shelled the last prawn.
Done, he looked down and saw that the left hand bowl was empty. Honestly surprised, he looked up and saw Mia encouraging Tali closer, the baby happily obliging, the prawn in hand.
He grinned wryly. Turning to his brothers, he saw Rick with a huge grin on his own face. "You're just realising bro?"