Chapter 177

Ella

I couldn’t help but laugh at Alexander’s declaration about cooking all of my meals. The man who had barely shared a meal with me, let alone set foot in our kitchen during our entire five–year marriage, was now planning to become my personal chef for the remainder of my pregnancy.

“Alexander,” I blurted out, “When was the last time you actually cooked something?”

He paused in the doorway, one hand on the frame. There was no hiding the way the tips of his ears reddened slightly. “Define… cooking.”

“Making food. From scratch. With ingredients.”

“Well…” He ran a hand through his red hair, looking almost sheepish. “I can make coffee. And toast.”

“Toast.”

“Really good toast,” he insisted, which only made me laugh harder.

“Alexander, you don’t have to do this. Lilith can keep cooking for me, and we’ll just figure out where the mercury came from—”

“No.” The intensity in his voice took me by surprise. “I need to do this, Ella. I need to know that what you’re eating is safe.” He paused, and for a moment, the air was tight. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen him so… protective of me.

It was for the baby, of course. But it was still sweet.

“But you’re right,” he admitted. “I’ve never had to do much cooking for myself. As an Alpha, there were always servants around, people to take care of things like that.”

There was something almost vulnerable about the admission, and it made my laughter turn into a quiet

smile.

“I’m determined to learn, though. For our baby. For you.”

The sincerity in his green gaze made my wolf purr with satisfaction. Lilith’s hand tightened around my arm, and when I met her eyes, I thought I saw a hint of something that looked like a halfway point between amusement and tenderness there.

A few minutes later, I found myself perched on a stool at the kitchen island, watching Alexander stare at a collection of ingredients. He’d rolled up his sleeves in that way that I always liked, and was furrowing his brow. He and Lilith had both tried to get me to rest on the couch, but I couldn’t help but want to watch.

“You’ve been staring at the spice rack for fifteen minutes,” I snorted.

sideways

“Formulating what, exactly?”

box of penne.

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held back a laugh in response to her quip as I watched him fill a pot with water and

salt to

“Salt?”

seasons the pasta while it

shaker, dumping what looked like half

teeth, Alexander, not that much!” I started to get up from

it under

I’m

look that was half

time, I couldn’t help but let out a

pasta cooking without any major disasters, and moved on to what he claimed would be a “simple”

watching him open four

make it

been watching

again. “It’s

at that. “I didn’t know you even had

with the flat side of a knife and dropped it

me as much of the ‘guilty

well, there’s a lot you don’t

me about it,” I muttered, although Alexander didn’t hear me over the sound of sizzling as he dumped a can of tomatoes into the

what Liam had said earlier about doing something

would have been easy here, in the heart of the home,

way, I hated the thought of potentially ruining this little bubble of domesticity

that I kept finding myself slipping into. The one where this was real, where Alexander actually wanted to take care of

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