Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 21 Bringing Mom Home, Would Dad Consider It?

Caspian sent Harry a message.

Caspian: [Harry, call me back when you can. It's an emergency.]

When Harry received the message, he glanced at Alaric, who had just removed his coat, and swiftly deleted the text before Alaric could notice.

"Dad, you must be tired from driving. Go rest, I'm just going to use the restroom," said Harry before darting into the bathroom and locking the door from the inside.

Caspian was waiting anxiously for the call. As soon as his phone rang, he locked himself in the bathroom as well.

"Caspian, what's the emergency?" Harry asked worriedly.

"It's about the setup the other day. You probably don't know yet. I'll fill you in." Galatea had mistakenly thought he was Harry, and the dinner that ended in chaos was the start of their misunderstanding. Caspian knew he had to clear the air with Harry.

Harry was dumbfounded after hanging up the call. "So, it was because of you that Mom got into trouble? No wonder she lost her temper with me that day."

"It's not the main issue, Harry. The thing is... their misunderstanding has blown way out of proportion. Mom even thinks Dad's lost his mind - that is certainly going to block any chance they might have to patch things up. You're the smart one. Think of something." Caspian requested.

"Smart, you say?" Harry gloated.

"Anyway, just figure out a way to clear up the misunderstanding between them," Caspian instructed.

"What can I possibly do?" Harry was at a loss.

hung up on him again, and Harry was ready to pull his hair out in frustration. Couldn't the guy wait for someone to finish talking before

chin in hand, Harry mused. He had no clue

truth? Perhaps, the only way was to ensure Alaric spent more time with his mom and fall

stepped out of the bathroom, to his surprise, and

didn't I tell you to rest? Why

on a strict diet, with

for his

night, and then you came to pick me up this morning. Cooking on top of that is too much. Let me cook for

cook?" Alaric said, astonished. He had never let Caspian in the kitchen before;

can cook. I've been taking care of lazy 'old' Elisa since I was three. Don't underestimate me Dad; I can honestly cook," Harry said as he gently

of the kitchen and closed the door, leaving Alaric with mixed emotions

night and couldn't recover that quickly.

Harry emerged with a beautifully

the sight of the meal. His son

it a taste, Dad. A breakfast made with love," Harry

sight of the meal prepared by his son. Lately, the kid hadn't only

leaned on his hand and looked up at him somewhat coyly. "When I started feeling better, I discovered a bunch of new talents. Cooking is just one of them. Dad, see, you just kept the stepmom out of my hair, and look how much I've improved. Now, if you were to marry the woman of my dreams, I can't even imagine how much more awesome I'd be.

he was still lobbying for Galatea to be his mom, his mix of cajoling

did you get so crafty?" Alaric was

him

to start. Get ready for it and let

come back to the States, and

Caspian would likely breeze through, but what about

need to find a chance to grill Caspian for some info