"Cain't sleep in when yah ain't in bed yah jackass," Cheyenne said, although there was very, very little venom in it. It was more a term of endearment now, somehow, though she tried to put a little teeth in it sometimes. The she-wolf found it hard to be snappy to a man who looked after sons like they were his own when they very clearly did not have one whit of his scent.
She relieved herself, considering his offer, and decided she would invite herself into the shower. That sigh had allure, although mostly for hot water. And he had a good sized shower, enough room for her and her belly.
"I reckon they'd be keen on that," Cheyenne said, moving in close to catch some hot water on her skin. Clean water was a hell of a thing, "I'll feed 'em at least so y'can have some mornin' quiet fer a piece, yanno how squirrely they get."
It was eerily subtle teamwork that she pretended not to notice. She got the boys ready, sometimes he took them to school or picked them up. Cheyenne didn't go so far as to fix meals all the time, not wanting that to become a habit, but she'd snuck a few in with the excuse that it was for her sons, or that she ought to eat better for the pups (this mostly on the clinics advice). Certainly not because she enjoyed having a meal with what had turned into something of a family. And it was different than gathering around a kill as wolves - that was still a large part of her, still something she enjoyed, but that was something more feral and vicious than having pizza and listening to long-winded, pointless stories from Walter or the twins, or hearing from Skyler, as the boys drowned, what the political situation was...
The words that came out of her mouth snuck past her while she was thinking, not asking her permission to do so.
"Don't 'spose y'could take th'mornin' off?" she asked. Cheyenne looked vaguely surprised, not even able to follow up with a snarky caveat or reason for her request.