Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 308: Pancakes Astrid's POV

The next day, I woke up early, determined to make the most of the time I had with Ryker.

If I couldn't tell him the truth yet, I'd focus on slowly building our relationship, step by careful step. Patience would be key, and I was willing to take it slow, to earn his trust.

I figured I'd start with breakfast - something simple but thoughtful, something he might enjoy.

It felt like a small gesture, but I hoped it could be the first step towards bridging the gap between us.

And as I stood in the kitchen, it hit me - this would be the first time I'd ever cooked breakfast for my son.

I wanted it to be special, something that showed how much I cared. But as I scanned the kitchen, my

mind raced with uncertainty. Pancakes? Eggs? Maybe toast with fruit on the side?

Every option seemed too simple, too ordinary for a moment that felt so significant.

I caught myself overthinking every little detail. What if he didn't like it? What if I got it wrong? I wanted so badly for him to enjoy it, to see that I was trying.

I started pacing, debating with myself on what would be the perfect meal.

Just then, the sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Beta Ryder entering the kitchen, looking surprised to find me there so early.

He was only wearing a loose shirt and jeans, his hair still a little messy from sleep as he made his way over to the counter to grab a drink.

"Astrid, I didn't expect to see you up this early," he said, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

offered a small smile, feeling a bit relieved to see

a moment before admitting, "I wanted to make something he likes, but I

expression softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. "Well, you're in luck. Ryker loves pancakes. But not just any kind

grateful for

Ryder added, "the fruit has to be just right-not too hard, not too soft.

anxiety. At least now I knew what he liked, but hearing the specifics made me realize just how much I needed to get

my voice sincere. "I appreciate you telling

you've got this." With that, he gave me an

there for a

breakfast exactly how he liked it could help him

pouring the batter into the pan, watching as the bubbles formed and

mess - a chaotic scene of flour dusted across the counter, mixing bowls

the side, I had a mountain of pancakes piled up from countless trial and

but none of them had the perfect crispy edges and fluffy

up as

at different times, adjusting the

I got it

the center was light and airy. I set it aside with a sigh of relief, grateful

I had several bowls scattered across the counter, each

my fingers, and carefully selected only the ones that felt

than I expected,

crowded with

half-filled bowls as I tried to