Oliver came running behind her, grinning from ear to ear. "Mommy... Daddy is cooking for me."
Evelyn gasped in surprise as she stared at Oliver, "He's what?"
"He is cooking for me. I hear they're making a sirloin steak," Oliver announced proudly, pointing at the raw meat on the kitchen island where Axel and Liam now stood nervously.
She turned her gaze back to Axel, who was looking far too serious with a seasoning in one hand, and Liam, who was clearly trying not to laugh.
Evelyn recalls the day Axel admitted he can't cook at all, usually relying on the chef to prepare his meals.
But what is he doing now? Surprisingly, he's attempting to cook a steak himself.
"Axel, are you cooking?"
Axel cleared his throat and straightened his posture as if he were at a press conference.
"Yes. I am cooking. For my son. Do you want to, Evelyn?"
Evelyn pressed her lips together, struggling not to laugh.
