The Hockey Star’s Remorse

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy had never been much of a chef. He could whip up something decent, much like he had when he’d cooked for Evie, but that was a loving gesture fueled by his own need to impress her. He had to impress Evie in other ways now, which included getting on Stella’s good side and getting her to sign those authorization

papers.

With a newfound determination, Timothy stood in Stella’s apartment, a mismatched apron hanging awkwardly from his tall frame, and a mixing bowl in one hand. He had brought the ingredients for pancakes, imagining that a homemade breakfast would impress her. Pancakes seemed like a safe choice simple, delicious, and universally beloved.

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Stella watched him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her arms folded across her chest. He had let himself in, attempting to surprise her, but he hadn’t known she was an early riser. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Timothy tried to keep his enthusiasm from waning as he held up the mixing bowl. “I’m making you breakfast,” he declared with a smile.

Stella raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Really? You’re cooking for me?”

He nodded. “Yep. Thought I’d surprise you.”

Stella’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she sauntered over, her gaze fixed on the contents of the bowl. “Well, I’m intrigued. What’s on the menu?”

“Pancakes,” Timothy replied hesitantly, watching her response closesly.

Her expression quickly shifted from joy to annoyance as she saw Timothy

preparing the pancake batter. She put her hands on her hips, her annoyance clear. “Pancakes? Seriously?”

Timothy blinked, his heart sinking at the abrupt change in her demeanor. “Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?”

Stella sighed, her irritation becoming more pronounced. “I don’t eat carbs, Timothy. I’ve told you that before.”

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He felt his frustration bubbling beneath the surface but forced a tight smile. He didn’t recall hearing that at all. “Right. But I thought maybe just this once…”

She interrupted him with a sharp gesture. “No, Timothy. I don’t make exceptions when it comes to my diet.”

to make a special breakfast for her, and her

replying with a haughty air, “Eggs. Scrambled, with some

it is.” He set the mixing

the eggs into a bowl and started whisking them, Stella watched him with a look that

the edge of his patience fraying. “I’m trying, Stella. But I

eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh,

in the room hung heavy as Timothy finished cooking the eggs and plated them with a side of sliced avocado. He placed the dish in

slightly as she savored the food. “Mmm, not bad,” she admitted, her

had paid off, albeit grudgingly. “I’m glad you

Stella were worth the frustration and anger that seemed to be a constant undercurrent in their, interactions. He kept Evie has his

happy Stella meant less trouble for Evie,

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away from Stella, not Timothy. It wasn’t the win that Stella thought it was, and he was

dynamic he was presenting. She had made it clear that Timothy had to cater to her preferences, and he complied for now, albeit begrudgingly. It was a

tension in the room was palpable as Timothy tried to find the right words. He hated the idea of starting the day with an argument, especially after his attempt to make things right. “Look, Stella, I’ve been pretty short with you lately, and I want to make it up to

a moment, tapping a finger against her lips. “You can make it

wedding shower? It wasn’t what he had expected, but if that’s what it

“Good.

and resignation. He had agreed to them having a

it usually the maid

“Timothy, this is our wedding, and I want everything to be perfect. I need to be in control of the arrangements to ensure that it’s just the way

about this wouldn’t

her earlier anger. “Don’t worry. It’ll be perfect,

of scrambled

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last bite, a sudden vibration from her phone.

silenced the ringer and shot a nervous glance in Timothy’s direction. He met her gaze with curiosity as

voice tinged with

fingers absently tapping the edge of her phone. “Just a business call,” she finally replied, attempting

eyebrow. “Business

penetrating stare.

his skepticism. “You look pretty nervous