Chapter 45
Kit woke up in the morning and glanced around camp to make sure everything was secure. Then he glanced at his brothers and almost barked out a laugh when he spied Jake.
"Are they spooning?" Adam's whisper reached him. It sounded like he was fighting back laughter.
"Sure are," Kit amusement was evident in his voice.
"Wow, not even eleven and Jake's spooning with a girl," Adam chuckled.
"I think she's spooning more with him," Kit corrected.
They looked down at the youngsters. Sam was right behind Jake, her cheek pressed against his back, her legs bent with his, one between Jake's legs as they lay together.
"If he only knew," Adam laughed.
"Ten years," Kit said.
"Nah, he'll know before that," Adam predicted. "It might take him ten years to work up the guts to be with her though."
The two laughed softly.
"I hate to disturb them," Kit sighed.
"They have the rest of their lives," Adam grinned.
"If all goes as we think it will," Kit corrected.
"Something tells me it will," Adam said.
"Unless Jake is the biggest idiot on the face of the planet," Kit laughed.
"Could be he might never think of her as more than a sister," Adam mused.
"I thought of that too," Kit nodded. Then he pointed at the twins. "If Jake doesn't, I look for those two to."
"Yeah," Adam agreed. "It will be interesting. Too bad you won't be here."
"I expect you to keep me up to date," Kit raised an eyebrow.
Adam nodded.
Kit bent his knees and shook Jake gently as he squatted beside him.
"Hey Jakey, time to get up," Kit told him.
"Hmmm," Jake murmured and opened one eye. "What?"
"Time to get up, little man," Kit said.
Jake nodded. He looked behind him as he realized Sam was all curled into him. His eyes strayed to Kit's and Adam's and he saw the amusement in their faces.
Jake reached between his legs and pushed Sam's leg from between his. She groaned in protest, scooting up closer to him. He elbowed her gently and she opened an eye.
"Get up, Brat," Jake told her.
"What time is it?" Sam slurred.
"Time to get up," Jake told her with a grin. Adam and Kit chuckled.
"While you two disengage yourselves from each other, I'll start fishing," Kit stood up and grabbed one of the fishing poles.
Jake gave Kit a dirty look as he sat up. Adam snorted as he threw some wood on the fire.
Jake pulled on his boots, then stood and stretched. Sam grabbed the top of the sleeping bag and pulled it over her head. Jake laughed and bent down to pull it off.
"Stop," Sam pulled it back over her head.
"Get up, Brat," Jake pulled it all the way off of her.
"You two better not rip that sleeping bag," Nate told them as he sat up.
"Knock it off, Jake," Adam said.
"Why should she get to sleep in?" Jake asked.
"Get used to it," Adam laughed.
"What's that mean?" Jake wondered.
"Just you better get used to it," Adam shrugged, a mischievous look in his eyes.
Jake didn't ask him to clarify it. He didn't trust the look in Adam's eyes.
"I'll go help Kit," Jake said instead, heading down to the lake.