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.”

kitchen, Angeline quickly grabbed his arm and said, “It’s not on fire. Have

a charred scent wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She held her

a bowl with some water before

the whole pan of prawns was overcooked and had

spot

out and rolled all over the carpet while cuddling Floretta, tears almost streaming down his

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 teeth

sympathetically, “You poor kid! Did

turned increasingly grim as the temperature dropped

seemed as though a thunderstorm was

he probably didn’t expect to be

said as she tried to ease the tension in the air. “When I first started cooking, I even threw

take off his apron as she patiently said, “I’ll teach you to cook next time. It’s late today. Go outside for a while, and the food will be ready

Jacob immediately got jealous and complained like a little child, “Angie, that’s not fair. You’ve

wrong with these two today?

involved in their childish feud, she ignored them and shut the kitchen door

how Angeline didn’t give Jacob any special treatment. The anger he felt when they were laughing at

he himself was surprised to notice the fluctuations in his emotions that

by Angeline and Jacob’s relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason

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

his fork and tasted every single dish before complimenting, “Wow, these are

to ear upon hearing his praise. “Have some

plate clean,” Jacob said as he dug in. He kept throwing compliments as

for Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed the food down as if

There’s more

she innocently asked, “Jac,

“Um…”

when he thought of the charred scent that wafted into the living

and served Floretta some soup, too.