Chapter 35

Osiris turned, his eyes lighting up as he saw Summer standing there, a knowing smile curving her lips. His own lips curled into a grin as he retorted, "Oh, yeah? And it seems my chef master didn't change either. She's still here, watching the way I cook and probably doubting my culinary skills in her mind."

Summer chuckled, her laughter carrying a warmth that filled the room. "Some habits die hard, I guess."

Their banter flowed seamlessly, an easy closeness that belied the complexities of their shared history. As Osiris plated the dish he had prepared, he glanced over at Summer, a question lacing his words. "Baby Luca? How's he?"

"Don't worry, he's sleeping safe and sound," Summer reassured, her voice holding a sense of assurance that Osiris found comforting.

With a nod of gratitude, Osiris set the plate on the table, the colors and textures of the dish a testament to his dedication to both the process and the person he was cooking for. Summer settled into a chair, her gaze unwavering