#Chapter41 Or, we can make our own

"When do the twins get home?" I ask, before grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving them into my mouth.

"I'm gonna go pick them up in an hour." Tristan responds, his eyes glued onto the screen before us.

"Okay, I'll prepare snacks for them then." I stand up from the comfortable couch, but Tristan gently grabs my wrist.

"Why now? You still have time." He pulls me closer to him. I end up sitting on his lap and I face him.

"Tristan, I don't have any energy stored for you right now," I whine.

"I can recharge your battery," he teases, bringing...