“Do you have a starfish?” Winter asks me and I glance down at my hand then shake my head no.

“Are you cheating?” Willow asks me under her breath, and I look up from my cards and find her eyes narrowed.

“We’re playing Go Fish, Mouse, why would I cheat?”

“I don’t know but three times now Winter and I have asked if you had a card and you’ve said no, then three times you’ve asked us for those same cards when it’s your turn and gotten a full set. It’s a little suspicious.”

“Very suspicious.” Winter agrees from where she is sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table on the floor.

“Show us your hand.” Willow reaches out quickly trying to take my cards, but I pull them back just before she can grab them.

“Do you really think I would cheat at a kids’ game?”

“If you’re not cheating just prove it.” She gets up and comes to stand in front of me holding out her hand and Winter starts to giggle.

“I think you’re the one who’s trying to cheat.” I use the length of my arms to keep my cards just out of her reach when she grabs for them again.

“Seriously, Clay, let me see your cards.” She leans into me which places her breasts in my face and, if it wasn’t for my niece a few feet away giggling, I would not stop myself from nipping her through that thin fucking shirt she’s wearing, wrapping my arms around her waist, and putting her under me on the couch.

“What’s going on here?” Miles asks, stepping into the house.

“Daddy.” Winter shoots up from where she was sitting and runs across the room to him.

“Hey cupcake!” He lifts her off the ground and kisses her cheek. “What are you guys doing?”

“Playing ‘Go Fish’ and Uncle Clay is cheating.” She informs him as I get up.

“He’s always been a cheater,” Miles tells her, placing her back on her feet then he looks my way and lifts his chin before focusing on Willow. “Hey, Willow.”

“Hey.” She places her hands in front of her and wiggles her fingers together.

“Willow made lasagna for dinner.” Winter tells him taking his hand. “It’s not as good as Mommy’s but it was still really good, and Uncle Clay saved you a plate in the microwave.”

“Baby, we don’t say things like that.” Miles tells her as she pulls him toward the kitchen and Willow laughs but quickly covers her mouth.

“I said it’s really good.”

“I know but you could still hurt someone’s feelings,” he tells her, and she looks over at Willow scrunching her nose.

“Sorry, Willow.”

“It’s okay, my mom’s is better too.” Willow tells her and Winter smiles up at her dad like I told you so.

“All right kid, did you study for your spelling test and do your reading?”

“Yes.” She sighs and he looks at me.

“She got everything right on her practice test.”