My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Evelyn

Sunlight filtered through the small gap between the curtains, landing softly on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, determined not to wake up, but it only lasted a moment before I gave in. Panic shot through every one of my veins as I opened my eyes and saw the empty space beside me.

Sitting up hurriedly, I scanned the room.

Did he not come home last night?

I slipped on my slippers, ready to search for him, when a realization stopped me in my tracks. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, waiting for him. Yet here I was, waking up in bed. The memory hit me then-his strong arms carrying me to bed, his warmth enveloping me as he held me close.

I stepped out of the bedroom, my ears catching the soft clatter of utensils. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I found him there, cooking breakfast.

A sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. He stood at the stove, relaxed and focused, as if the weight of our troubles didn't exist. As if we didn't have a situation to handle. As if we both weren't walking on thin ice.

I wished he didn't make things harder because, for me, it was already tough enough.

I walked up behind him and gently wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his back. Another sigh slipped past my lips as I held him tightly.

He was here. Solid. Real.

That was all that mattered.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice warm and steady, as he flipped the bacon sizzling in the pan.

"Good morning," I whispered, letting the peace of the moment wash over me as I rested my cheek against him.

He turned off the stove and faced me, "How are you feeling?"


"Better," I said, a small smile curling my lips. For once, there was no anger or worry in his gaze-just calm. It was enough to soothe the turmoil in my heart. "You know," I added playfully, "seeing you like this makes me feel like I've won the lottery."

can fry bacon without setting off the fire

I teased, "and because you look good doing

will get you an extra slice," he said, brushing a strand of

I pouted, tightening my arms around him. "I think I deserve at least two

an amused glint in his eyes.

kiss his cheek. "So, Chef Adriano, what's on the menu

plate the bacon but glanced over his shoulder, his eyes playful and warm. "Breakfast first, then maybe a walk by the lake. After that..." He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "We

around me like a soft blanket, soothing the ache in my chest. Maybe we'd finally moved past the argument. "Sounds perfect," I

kiss to my forehead. "With you,

suppressing tumbling out before I could stop

flush against himp, Evelyn," he said, his vorce low and sincere. shouldirt have spoken to you the way I did. I acted too harshly when you didn't deserve that." His thumb brushed against my side. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm

a warmth


Finally, he understood.

I whispered, cupping his face. "It's okay.

relief could fully settle, his

tone heavy. "Instead of arguing, I should have sat you down and talked us through this calmly. Shouting never leads to solutions. And that's on me. We could

voice

tightened around

me to

was gentle, but his

baby, is that it's not the right time for us to have a child. Neither of us is ready forthat

beneath me seemed to shift. I tried to pull away, but he held me

me,

with frustration. My hopes, which had burned so brightly moments

in rushing into something neither of us is truly prepared for. You might think you're ready now, but you'll regret it later. You'll look back


words pierced through me like shards

Vel

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