"Whatever you need, you got it," I tell him easily, easily straddling his legs when he pulls me up into his lap. It's funny how normal and comfortable this sorta thing has gotten in the past month or so. I rest back on his thighs, my knees tucked up against his hips as I rest my hands on the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling nothing but muscle beneath my fingertips.

"Once you know for sure, we can stop by the grocery store and get a whole buncha things in bulk -- carrots and celery and apples, peanut butter and raisins, ooh those little Carpi Sun pouches, I loved those when I was a kid!" His hands smooth over my back and I lean in forward, grinning as my thumb brush over the collar of his shirt. "And maybe I can make mini-pies on special occasions! They're gonna love you, Mr. Zimmermann."