Amelia's POV"You know, a lot of our customers here are always looking for new and exciting dishes to try. Maybe you could whip up a special for the menu sometime?" He continued. The suggestion took me by surprise. Me, cooking for a fancy restaurant like this? It seemed like a dream, completely out of reach."Oh, I don't know," I mumbled, my voice laced with uncertainty. "I'm just a home cook, really. I doubt my recipes would be good enough for your clientele.""Don't sell yourself short, Amelia," Eddie said, his voice firm yet gentle. "You have a real talent for cooking. I have no doubt Alex's customers would love your food."Alex winked at me. "Besides, a little home-cooked magic is exactly what this place needs sometimes. What do you say? Up for the challenge?"I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating. Could I really pull this off? Cook for a real restaurant, with paying customers? A wave of doubt washed over me, threatening to
Amelia's POVAs I slipped into my nightgown and crawled into bed, the events of the evening replayed in my mind like a movie on fast forward. The awkwardness with Olivia, the warmth of the restaurant, Alex's playful offer, the comfortable silence on the drive home – it all swirled together into a confusing cocktail of emotions.But most of all, it was the image of Eddie carrying me to bed that lingered in my thoughts. The way he looked at me when I woke up, the concern etched on his face, the warmth of his touch – it all sent a delicious flutter through my stomach.***The next morning, I woke up to my bed making a creaking noise, but I ignored it. The insistent bouncing on my mattress finally managed to pry open my eyelids. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. I groaned, swatting at the air in a feeble attempt to silence the source of the annoyance.A giggle erupted right next to me, and I realized a mop of blonde hair was the culprit behind the
Amelia's POV"I should probably get going," he said abruptly, pushing himself away from the table. "I have some errands to run."Disappointment washed over me, a bitter aftertaste in my mouth."Oh," I mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.I followed him as he walked into the living room. He picked up Chloe who was engrossed in the animation she was moving and kissed her cheek before saying, "Chloe, I have to go to the office for a while, but I'll be back soon."Chloe looks away from the animated movie she was watching and looks at her dad, her mouth in a pout. "But Daddy, today's Saturday and you promised you'd stay and help me build my dollhouse today.""Chloe…"A storm cloud seemed to gather over Chloe's face, her lower lip trembling ominously. "No, Daddy!" she shrieked, throwing her arms around Eddie's neck and burying her face in his chest. "You promised you'd build my dollhouse today! You can't go to work!"Eddie knelt down in front of her, his gentle demeanor
Amelia's POVThe next few minutes were a whirlwind of flour-dusted hands, playful giggles, and a growing cloud of white settling over the kitchen counter. Chloe, a little flour imp radiating from her nose, looked like a miniature baker gone rogue."Oops!" she exclaimed, her smile wide as she accidentally knocked over the sugar bowl, sending a cascade of sparkling crystals cascading onto the floor.Instead of getting frustrated, I found myself laughing. "Uh oh," I teased, "looks like we have a little sugar spill."Chloe, seeing that I was not angry with her and was laughing instead, scooped handfuls of flour and rained it down on me like a mischievous snow fairy. Soon, we were both covered in a white dusting, giggling uncontrollably.In the midst of the flour fight, something shifted within me. The tension that had been simmering since Eddie left seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of carefree joy. Here I was, covered in flour with a little girl who seemed to find endless amusemen
Amelia's POV"That's alright, sweetie," I said, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe you and your mom haven't had the chance yet, but that doesn't mean it can't happen in the future. Maybe next time you see her, you can ask if the two of you can bake something together."Chloe looked up at me, a flicker of hope sparking in her eyes. "Really? You think she'd say yes?""Of course," I encouraged, forcing a smile. "I bet she'd love to spend some time with you in the kitchen. Just like moms and daughters do."Chloe's energy level soon began to wane. She slumped in her chair, her eyelids drooping. The playful chaos had taken its toll."Tired, sweetie?" I asked, gently stroking her hair.She nodded, a yawn escaping her lips. With a sigh, I gathered her into my arms and carried her to the living room, settling her on the couch with a stuffed animal.While she drifted off to sleep, I cleaned up the kitchen, the remnants of our baking adventure scattered across the count
Blair’s POVA grin stretched across my face as my phone buzzed. I just finished up at the hospital, making sure my patients were all settled and packing my things to go home, when a message popped up. It was from Thomas! "My baby," I mumbled to myself, unlocking my phone to see his message.His text sent a jolt of excitement through you. "Meet me at my place," it read. "We gotta nail those pre-wedding photos today," The butterflies in my stomach erupted into a full-on swarm. Marrying Thomas, the love of my life, felt closer than ever, and the idea of capturing those pre-wedding memories made my heart skip a beat.Thomas took some days off at work some days ago, explaining to the director that he had a wedding to plan and he needed some time to do so. Everyone in the hospital was aware of our relationship and without pressing further, the director gave him the permission to take some days off. Seeing his message at that moment made me wonder if he had bought his tuxedo for the weddi
Amelia's POV"Tell me about your dream family," I requested, a shy smile gracing my lips.Eddie's gaze turned dreamy, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the trees. "Two kids," he mused, "a boy and a girl. Maybe even a pair of rambunctious golden retrievers thrown into the mix."My heart skipped a beat. "A boy and a girl?" I echoed, surprise laced with a tremor of delight."Yeah," he said, turning to look at me, his gaze locking onto mine. "A little girl with your laugh and your eyes, and a boy with your mischievous spirit and your artistic talent.""Cooking is not an artistic talent," I said, mumbling."It is, Amelia. Especially your cooking," he replied, staring intensely into my eyes.A blush crept up my cheeks as I held his gaze. The future stretched before us, an uncharted map waiting to be explored. We'd talked for hours that day, weaving intricate dreams of a life together - a cozy house filled with laughter, a backyard teeming with playful children, holidays spent surro
Blair’s POVI finally arrived at Thomas’s place and I hummed happily as I walked to his doorstep. I pushed open the door to Thomas's place but the door was already cracked open. I found it weird but then I brushed it off and stepped inside, expecting his usual spotless apartment. My jaw practically hit the floor. The place was a disaster zone.I was so shocked that his whole sitting room was disorganized. Thomas was a neat freak and he would never leave his place that way. His clothes were everywhere like colorful confetti after a party gone wrong. Dirty dishes piled high on the coffee table threatened to topple over. Papers and magazines were all over the floor. It wasn't just messy, it was like a hurricane had swept through.My happy tune died in my throat. This wasn't Thomas. “Something was seriously wrong. Was he sick? Did something happen?” I thought to myself.I knew Thomas was a neat freak and that a big part of what drew me to him in the first place. Opposites attract, you kn