Tell Him Myself

Ember

“And you never had pancakes again?” He chuckled, his color slowly returning.

“We had pancakes every morning for the next two months,” I told him, watching the questions enter his eyes. “I told mom I was up early to help her with breakfast because it wasn’t fair she was always cooking it alone, which was true. But I also used the opportunity to sneak some extra salt into the batter. Only a little bit every week, until no one could stomach them anymore.”

Giving me a long look, he cocked his head. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

I shrugged. “It wasn’t harming anyone. I was simply playing the slow game. In the end, even Ryan was begging for scrambled eggs instead.”

“How calculating,” he said, approval glinting in his eyes.

“I prefer thinking of it as strategizing.”

“Don’t ever lose that quality,” he said finally. “You’re going to need it one day soon.”

I hesitated for a minute, considering my question before finally asking it. “What’s your biggest regret? That story I just told