“It’s me!” I called out, waiting by the door just in case he wouldn’t like me to just come in.
“I’m in the kitchen!” he called back.
After closing the door behind me, I walked down the hallway to the kitchen and saw him fully dressed in black pants and a deep, dark colored gray sweatshirt.
He looked good, even if what he was wearing was simple.
His hair was damp, but it was already starting to curl at the ends which made him look even more handsome.
Shit. I was staring again.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, ripping me out of my thoughts and smiling at me with that charming smile.
“Thank you. You look great yourself,” I replied.
He nodded to the table, and when I looked at it, I noticed the French toast sprinkled with cinnamon and some fresh fruit on top.
“You made this?” I asked in awe. “It looks delicious!”
“My specialty. But then, I can pretty much cook anything you’d ask me to.”
I laughed softly and stepped closer to him to put my arms around his waist while he stirred the scrambled eggs.
“You’re amazing. Thank you so much for making me breakfast.”
“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m doing this to impress you,” he whispered and winked at me.
“Well, you had already impressed me that time you made the dark chocolate mousse. But you keep on surprising me.”
He smiled and leaned down to kiss my cheek, then he nodded back to the table. “Sit. I’ll be right with you.”
I couldn’t stop myself from kissing his lips before I did what he told me, but instead of it being a quick peck on the lips, he deepened the kiss and turned it into a long, passionate one.
He definitely knew what he was doing, no doubt about that.
But I was slowly starting to think that there was nothing for me to do to impress or surprise him.
Or to show him that he wasn’t the only one putting effort into this.
But I wasn’t as good of a cook as he was, and I sure as hell wasn’t good at expressing my feelings.
Yet, I hoped just being myself and showing him some affection was enough.
If not, I was sure I would notice something didn’t sit right with him.
I sat down at the table and looked at all the delicious food he had put on it in a short amount of time, or maybe I didn’t realize how long I’d been up there getting ready and talking to Evie.
When he placed the plate with the scrambled eggs onto the table, his phone rang.
“It’s probably Ira. He likes to let me know he’s okay and having fun at Grandma’s,” he explained, sitting down at the table and picking up.
“Hi, Daddy!” Ira’s sweet voice came through the speaker, and Wells put the phone on the table to lean against his cup of coffee.
I was sitting opposite of him, but I soon figured he was on facetime.
“Hey, buddy! Having fun?” he asked.
“Yes! Grandma and I painted yesterday,” Ira said, and I watched as Wells looked at the screen.
“Oh, wow! Did you draw me and you?”
“And Rooney. Look!”
That took me by surprise and my chest immediately warmed.
God, that little boy had already found a place in my heart.
Wells looked up at me with a worried frown, but when he noticed I didn’t mind Ira including me in his family portrait, he smiled.
“I see. That’s beautiful, bud! What are you up to today?” he asked, pointing at my plate to tell me to start eating.
“I don’t know. Grandma wants you,” Ira said, then I heard his little footsteps tapping on the floor.
“Here, Grandma,” he said, and Wells’s expression suddenly changed.
“Did he show you what he painted last night?” a woman’s voice asked, and Wells visibly cringed.
Was he uncomfortable with his mother knowing he was dating me?
Probably.
I wouldn’t want my parents on the phone either when he was around, because there could be something weird and embarrassing coming out of their mouths.
“He did, yeah. Something you need to tell me?” he asked.
“Yes. Mind bringing over Ira’s rain boots? I was thinking of taking him to the zoo and I don’t wanna get his white sneakers all dirty and muddy.”
“Uh, yeah, of course. I’m having breakfast, but I’ll be there right after.”
“Okay. Bring your girl with you. Don’t try and hide her from me,” she said, her voice stern.
Wells looked at me with an apologetic grin, and I smiled back at him to let him know that there was nothing he had