133. I WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE YOU

Lena felt a body pressed against hers as she cut the dough into smaller bits. Tina was away and she was badly craving some snacks; the perks of being a pregnant woman.

She knew who it was without looking back to confirm. Smiling, she leaned back in his arms. "Darian, let me do this."

"You shouldn't be cooking, Lena. I will order whatever you want. You don't have to stress your ass off in the kitchen." He complained, taking the knife away from her.

"I want homemade snacks, I don't want you to order them." She groaned, veering around to face him. "Maybe you should have taken your culinary lessons seriously. If you had, we wouldn't have to argue over this because you will cook for me."

"Maybe I should have. You know I was interested in learning everything about the kitchen, just for you, I figured there would be days like this, but duty calls, Lena. The mafia affairs and my job wouldn't let me do that." He leaned a little to kiss her lips.

"Er," she smiled smugly as she stared at him. "I