Her Precious Baby

Floretta was lying on her stomach on the carpet in the living room. Cradling her chin with her palms, she was secretly giggling while watching the drama unfold.

At that moment, she understood the situation.

Daddy and Angel are both shy people. If I want Angel to become my mommy, Jacob and I must do something to push them.

With that thought in mind, she let out a long sigh.

Jeez, it’s all Daddy’s fault for not knowing how to pursue a woman he likes. I’m only five years old, and it’s not easy for me to find myself a mommy.

In the kitchen, Angeline was teaching Evander how to make the first dish—prawn salad. She held a spatula in one hand and a plate of prawns in another. Once the oil was hot, she poured all the prawns into the pan.

She was in a hurry as it was getting late, so she didn’t even wait until the water in the pan had dried up.

A sizzling sound could be heard as soon as the prawns were poured into the pan, and a few droplets of scalding oil landed on her arm. The burning pain caused her to shudder.

Crack! At that moment, a cluster of flames sprang up from the pan, causing Angeline to jump a step back in shock.

Evander, who was standing behind her, immediately wrapped his arms around her. Nervousness was written all over that handsome face of his.

“Watch out!”

Before Angeline could say anything, he immediately dragged her out of the kitchen.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Angeline asked anxiously as she stomped her feet in irritation.

“It’s dangerous in the kitchen.”

Evander’s face was grim as he looked her up and down. After making sure that she was not injured, he ordered her, “I’m going to turn off the gas. Be good and wait here for me.”

said, “It’s not on

wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She held her forehead as despair

a bowl with some water before pouring it

whole pan of prawns was

just a misunderstanding, Evander stood rooted to the spot with awkwardness lining his face. For a moment,

room, Jacob laughed his heart out and rolled all over the carpet while cuddling Floretta, tears almost streaming down his face. “See? I was

did not hesitate to mock her father. “I’ll let you in on a secret. Daddy once cooked something for me on a whim. The eggs were all black, and it was so hard that my

caressed Floretta’s cheek and said sympathetically, “You poor

increasingly grim

seemed as though a thunderstorm

didn’t expect to be laughed at because of his cooking skills. Besides, he reacted like that because he was worried about my

air. “When I first

apron as she patiently said, “I’ll teach you to cook next time. It’s late today. Go

tone, Jacob immediately got jealous and complained like a little child, “Angie, that’s

with these two today? Why are

involved in their childish feud, she ignored them and shut

Jacob any special treatment.

notice the fluctuations in his

relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason

steaming hot dishes were served. There were scrambled eggs, buffalo wings, pork

single dish before complimenting, “Wow, these are delicious! Angie, you’re such a

from ear to ear upon hearing his

I’d even lick the plate clean,” Jacob said as he dug in. He kept

and Angeline was no exception. She felt bad for Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed the food down as if he had been starving, so he scooped

more in the

blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac, since you’re so

“Um…”

the charred scent that wafted into the living room a moment

her head with a wry smile and served Floretta some soup, too. “He’s just