“What are you doing?” Zoe asked, blinking down at him.
“The better question would be, why aren’t you fluffing my pillows and tucking me in?” he demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest as he switched his glare towards the door. “And where are my children?”
“Having breakfast,” Zoe said, before gesturing towards the bed. “Let’s get back to something for a minute. Why am I supposed to be fluffing your pillows?”
“Because it’s Father’s Day,” he said evenly, gesturing for her to get on with it.