Norman sat at the kitchen table, methodically peeling vegetables. The sound of laughter and playful shouts drifted in from outside, where Emma was corralling the younger kids.

Ray leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching the commotion with a smirk. He glanced over at Norman, who continued his work in silence.

Suddenly, Don burst in, two toddlers clinging to his legs. “I need backup! They’re plotting something!”

Ray chuckled as Don rushed back outside, the kids squealing in delight. He turned back to Norman, who remained focused on his task, a faint smile on his lips.

“Looks like you’re on snack duty,” Ray said, grabbing a dishcloth to help dry the dishes.

Norman gave a slight nod, enjoying the quiet moments amidst the chaos.