#Chapter236
Raven had been a drama-llama when he'd admitted he wasn't completely sure who was who. It'd taken three whole kisses for him to get over it. Three whole ones! The greedy bastard!
The living room broke out into a hallway that led to a closed door that opened up into a stairwell, and to the right, following the curvature of the hall, was the kitchen. The sound of Raven's laughter was a map, and as they crept in, Ronan paused in the doorway, smiling fondly.
The kitchen was a small, compact space with barely enough room to swing a cat, and the twins took full advantage of that. Raven's arms were draped over his mother's shoulders, his chin resting on the top of his head, and Angel stood to the right of his Vovo, not quite touching, but close enough that the barriers of their personal space merged.
