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.”

he was about to enter the kitchen, Angeline quickly grabbed his arm and said, “It’s not on fire.

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

and filled a bowl with some water before pouring it into the

pan of prawns was overcooked

spot with awkwardness lining his face. For a moment, he didn’t know what

while cuddling Floretta, tears almost streaming down his

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 teeth

laughed even harder. He caressed Floretta’s cheek and said sympathetically, “You poor kid! Did you turn into a tiny yellow chick after eating a mouthful

grim as

though a thunderstorm

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

tension in the air. “When I first started cooking, I even threw the pan away because I was scared

to cook next time. It’s late today. Go outside for a while, and

like a little child, “Angie, that’s not fair. You’ve

with these two today?

childish feud, she ignored them and shut the kitchen door as she cleaned

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

the fluctuations in his emotions that were

relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason I came to visit

buffalo wings, pork stew, and a pot of vegetable soup. The

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

ear to ear upon hearing his praise. “Have some more if you

as

for Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed

down. There’s more in

looked up from her bowl and blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac,

“Um…”

scent that wafted into the

smile and served Floretta some soup, too.