*Elio*
“I have news about Junior.”
It was only once the words burst out of my mouth in a rush that I glanced at Cat fully, her hair folded into a high ponytail as she was mid-strain on a bunch of spaghetti noodles, glancing at me with a weird look in front of the sink.
Maybe now wasn’t the best time, I thought guiltily, especially as there was a pop from the skillet on the stove and we both jumped at the sudden noise.
“Oh, the chicken–” Cat said, conflicted, still struggling to drain the pasta.
“Here, I’ve got it.” I took over, glancing at the two slices of chicken parmesan in the skillet. I unstuck them from the pan, hearing the oil sizzling with satisfaction.
“Thanks. I’ll hear what you have to say after dinner is done, okay?” Cat gave me a grateful smile, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek before she started plating the pasta.
Emilia was already in her high chair at the table, watching us as she played with her bottle of formula more than actually drank it.
