Thalia's pov

I enjoyed the look of surprise and trouble on my husband's face. It seemed I had to learn some things since he was fond of doing those same things to me.

For the love of my son, I would only give the littlest taste but Mirelle? She better prepare.

"Is the food ready?" I asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Eirik just stared at me, probably wondering what had gotten into me.

I sighed and brushed past him when he wouldn't answer my question. Good for him to ...