The couple looked at each other again.
Julia felt slightly disappointed. In her son's heart, Camila was his sister! No hope there.
Glades smiled, patted his son's head, then glanced at his beloved wife.
The family of three once again immersed themselves in the joy of cooking.
After spending an hour, Julia casually prepared a few homestyle dishes.
Ivan quickly secured a good spot; the little guy was so hungry his stomach was practically caving in.
He even grabbed a bowl and chopsticks, ready to compete for food with his daddy.
Four dishes and a soup were served.
Ivan looked at his father. Seeing that his father had no intention of fighting over the food, he didn't move. If the enemy doesn't move, neither will I. When it came to vying for attention and snatching food, father and son were adversaries.
"Honey, you've worked hard," Glades said in a husky voice, tenderly untying Julia's apron.
Julia smiled. Cooking for her man and her son only made her feel happy, never tired.
