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No Man Left Behind - A story told with Jacob Black - Part 2

※ Jacob ※

I laughed at her comment and pointed to the chopped bacon. “I mean I do have meat there.” I laughed at the small portion, just enough to add that Smokey flavour. I put a deep skillet on the stove and heated just a little olive oil. I glanced over my shoulder waiting for a comment from the two carnivores across the hall… but they both exploded at the TV and #Charlie grumbled something about the ref needing to turn in his whistle. I just flashed Bella a grin. “They are finally distracted.” I laughed. “I think this is what new parents feel like when they finally get a screaming baby to sleep.”

I put the bacon into the sizzling pan and added in the diced streaky bacon. “All the recipes on YouTube say to add pancetta for flavour… but that's expensive… so, I thought. It's basically bacon… right?” I shrugged. “So, I tried it. And it worked.” When the bacon was browned, I added the carrots and celery and kept stirring it.

※ Bella ※

“Oh…” The brown eyes followed to where Jacob pointed. “Okay... so... I missed the pink meat sat there too.” Tucking a stand of loose hair behind my ear.

“Charlie is always telling me how I need to become better aware of my surroundings. I think he has a point.” I knew he didn’t mean not seeing things in front of me in the kitchen. I wasn’t going to allow myself to dive into the depths of why my dad said it. However, right now. I understood.

Half smiling at the parenting comment. “Sure, you and me. The bad parents who are leaving their two children in front of the TV for entertainment whirl making dinner. What would Jean Piaget say!” Glancing over slowly towards the dads, so not to draw their attention away from the game. “Okay fine. Now… I know I’m not a helicopter mom. That’s something, right?”

When I moved my attention back to Jacob the first thing I thought was, ‘Wow he really knows what he is doing.’ Then seeing how he wasn’t that different to me in some ways. It was hitting home again why we had become friends.

“It’s the same thing. They add a flash name to it, and they can charge more money for it.” Not hundred percent true, there were differences but also not a lie. “If you want it smokier, you know you can start the bacon off in a dry skillet.

Once it picks up some colour, then add a little oil.” Tapping the side of my nose. “Another YouTube tricks.”

※ Jacob ※

I shook my head a little. “That's always good advice… but not here Bells. You’ll always be safe here… it’s okay if nowhere really feels safe right now.” I am getting dangerously close to that line of mentioning that night she was lost in the woods. “But just remember… you’re safe here and with #Charlie.”

Then I quickly changed the subject. “I might have some crayon somewhere from babysitting my cousins.” I laughed. “Is that better?”

I grinned and Bella. “See I knew there was a scam there!” I chuckled. “For the sake of a few bucks, all it takes is a few minutes of chopping.” I listened to her and nodded, still stirring what was in the pan, adding the onions, and I minced the garlic into the pan.

“Oh really? Good tip! I will totally try that next time. You can come and taste the difference.” I was not thinking about how cute the nose-tapping thing she I did was as held up the bottle of red pepper flakes… “How much heat can you handle Swan?” I grinned. Handing her the bottle, there might have been a little challenge in my tone.

※ Bella ※

Dangerous…. His kindness and the meaning I found in those sweet, shared words had me in a path towards a dangerous future if I didn’t veer away from it now. Blinking my eyes, a circular motion of the neck, a gentle count to ten, with some easy breathing and I laughed softly, trying to hide the internal turmoil. Because this was #Billy and Jacob’s home. A happy place to visit, where no bad memories lived.

Not finding the courage within myself to reply to his words which felt like a sting and a warming balm all at once. “Crayons? Yeah. Hundred percent better. We could bring out their autistic side?” My voice bitching up into a question.

Half smiling, I nudged Jacob in his arm with my elbow. Shaking my head at his conspiracy theory over bacon and pancetta. “Oh, so now I’m your tasting guinea pig, as well as the fact that you are attempting to challenge me with heat?”

Tutting at him taking the small round bottle of red pepper flakes from his hands. Tilting my head to the side when I noticed how small the bottle appeared in his hand. “You know I’m an Arizona girl. We love our spice and heat. And you still challenge me, Black!” Twisting the lid off I began to tap the flacks out into his pan, while keeping my eyes on him.

“I hear the tone you’re using Jacob Black. Not cool.”

※ Jacob ※

Hell… this girl was so lost… it only happened for flashes, then she found her way back. But those flashes? They broke my heart a little every time. I laughed as Bella fearlessly tapped the pepper flakes into the pot as I stirred them in. Maybe if I let her have those moments and choose when she wanted to delve deeper into them… she’d realise I was here to listen.

Once she reached about the amount I would use; I held up my free hand in surrender. “Okay, okay… much respect. But let’s not overdo it.” I chuckled. I leaned closer and whispered “#Charlie can’t handle the heat as well as he thinks. Why do you think he always orders steak?” I smiled.

I laughed again. “Nothing wrong with a little friendly competition between friends! Especially in the kitchen. Plus, you have chocolate on your side! I need a little heat.”

※ Bella ※

I felt as though I hid my far away thoughts and emotions from those close to me. Keeping them away from the draining of my little happiness I’d begun to experience once again. So, they could see only the glimmers of hope I wanted them all to believe I grew within.

“Oh, thank God! You had me worried I needed to go out and grab something else for him.” Okay for me to play chicken with my new close friend, however my dad wouldn’t thank us if he suffered a bad tummy all night.

Nudging Jacob in the side while setting the pepper down. “Maybe next time we made sure we take Charlie’s position out before we go wild?”

At the mention of chocolate, I turned to pick the tray of uncooked brownies up and once again nudged him to the side to place them in the oven. “You know in Mexico they love adding some chilli into their chocolate, it enhances the flavour. Or so I read.”

Now wanting to try some, one day.

※ Jacob ※

I laughed and shook my head. “If I’d known how competitive you were I would have chosen my words more carefully.” I teased. I stirred the pot, the fragrance from it multiplying now with added flavour. I added in the last of the ingredients.

“Really? And here I was thinking that Salted Caramel and chocolate was a breakthrough.” I laughed. “Maybe the next time we will make a batch just for us… save the old timers some heartburn.”

I covered the pot and let the food simmer and the vegetables reduced down into a sauce. “I’ll be more help next time now that I’ve seen it done before. I honestly never really looked into learning to bake because none of it seemed suitable for Dad… but you managed to find a way around it, you can give me some tips.” I smiled and checked the pasta.

※ Bella ※

“Whomever found the combination of Salt and Caramel was a genius! The sweet and salty really does enhance the taste buds in an intriguing way.”

Left with nothing to do, instead of watching Jacob all attention turned toward the dinner table. Taking the time to clear the things which had been set upon it out of the way. (However, still within the eye-line of #Billy and Jacob). I began to set the table for four.

“I think it was a French chef, it had to be. The French come up with the best dessert ideas.” It took a couple of attempts to find the plates, and then the glasses.

“I wouldn’t say I’m an avid baker. But who doesn’t like watching a good baking show when you aren’t in the mood for anything else?” Nodding my head towards the dads. “I know Charlie hasn’t got the health issues like Billy yet…” emphasising the last word.

“However, I worry if he doesn’t change his habits. He could end up with some. Which is why I try to have him eating better…. And… Which is why I took over the kitchen duties.” A glance back to the dads to make sure they weren’t eavesdropping.

“Next time we can make red velvet cake, with beetroot. Charlie doesn’t know how good that cake is for him when he is scoffing down two slices with sour cream frosting.” Winking in a conspiring manner.

※ Jacob ※

“Agreed!” I laughed. “Let’s hope the chilli and chocolate people are geniuses too… Genius-ies… Genuises?” I tried to figure it out. “Genius-i…. Whatever the plural is.”

I added tomato paste to the pot and turned to her, wide-eyed. “Oh please, don’t tell me you watch that British baking show? Rebecca watched that things like it was a religious service.”

I listened to her talking about the worry for her dad’s health, it was something I could understand, I knew that in different circumstances my dad could still be walking. I didn’t blame him for not looking after himself better after Mom died. But I knew it was something that could have been avoided if he hadn’t had his world shattered.

“I understand that, even without family histories it's something to worry about. And I know it’s Forks, but his job still has its dangers, I know you worry. And that’s a good compromise, right?” I chuckled.

“Healthy cake but you still get a little frosting?” I kept my voice low enough not to carry over the sound of the TV. I couldn’t give away Bella’s secret.

※ Bella ※

A small chuckle leaving my lips, nudging myself on my toes and then back down again. “It’s geniuses... you had it right brains.” Shaking my head because he reminded me a little on my mom, she always questioned words and then went ahead and made her own up.

The look of shock covering my features, with a hand placed on my chest. I wouldn’t attempt a British accent because I knew I’d murder it.

“Do not judge me, or your sister. We have great taste, okay.” Feeling a blush creeping up my face. “Also, sometimes we all need something which is good for the soul. Watching something which is about people like me creating things I couldn’t imagine doing… it’s…. Well… nice.”

Smiling while i watch him as he cooked, hoping to learn something new as I did when watching Sue, from time to time. “I know you would understand. I tried to explain it to my friends at school. And they were… well… they didn’t get it.”

※ Jacob ※

I grinned at her. “I know…. It was a test. You passed.” I laughed, that was the goal really; to make her laugh or smile. I had succeeded at it a lot today, but it wasn’t going to make her feel better forever. But at least it relieved her burden for a few moments.

I chuckled, covering the pot now to let the sauce reduce. “I’m teasing… my weakness is those endurance contests, like American Ninja and the mud runs or spartan contests. Not that I really watch a lot of TV. But when I do I have a guilty pleasure too.”

I leaned against the counter. “I learned a long time ago that you can’t blame people for that. Most are used to their parents always looking after them, they can’t imagine a world where it's reversed. Not until they see it. Like #Quil… he worries after his mom since my dad got sick… but #Embry was right there too, and he can't fathom a world where his mother isn’t invincible. I swear that woman has never even had a cold.” I grimaced a little at the mention of #Embry. Did he still think that now? Or was that changed too?

※ Bella ※

The shift came so abruptly, just a small trickle of sadness in his shoulders when mentioning his best friends.

There were so many reasons to lose we I’d found out the hard way myself, that tonight I didn’t want him feeling guilty about anything else. And some part of me, should kick myself at taking this whole conversation back around to a place of deep thought and maybe some regrets when it came to #Embry. Even if I hadn’t meant too.

“I’m sorry... did you say American Ninja, and mud runs, and spartan contests? What in the world are those?” Emphasising each word to draw him out from the emotional state I knew looming over his head. “I feel like you are making it up.”

Pushing myself off to bend my knees. Looking into the oven at the state of the brownies baking. The scent of the chocolate hadn’t changed so I knew we still had a few minutes to go.

※ Jacob ※

I was grateful that she jumped right onto the topic of my silly TV shows. She was doing for me that I had done for her. I scooped up a spaghetti noodle and tasted it. “Perfection.” I grinned.

“Oh no, they are very real. It’s like endurance contests and races, they do obstacle courses like the ones people do for army training and stuff… it’s a race, a strength challenge, and a mental test all at once. I’ll show you sometime if you want. I’ll even watch your baking show with you and not complain.” I chuckled and set the big colander in the sink and turned off the burner with the spaghetti on it.

‘Getting hungry in here, kids!’ Dad called from the living room.

“Five minutes!” I called in. “Go wash up,” I smirked at Bella. “And they say teenagers are impatient.”

※ Bella ※

“Yes! I’m in!” In need for something more to do. Now that #Charlie’s shed was done, a gap had opened up for a new hobby. “If I’m not muscling into your time alone?”

“And you know you are always welcome to join in on the bake off. As long as know we will be baking afterwards too.” Thinking about the times we could have.

“Well maybe only on weekends. You need to prioritise your homework and studies. I can’t have the oldies saying I’m a bad influence. I’m meant to make sure things are don’t right.”

#Billy pulled on my attention, making me smile again. Turning to glance back over my shoulder when I stood towards where our dads grumbled something before getting themselves up.

Lowering my voice, “Whomever said that didn’t know these two.” Lifting my chin back now.

‘It all smells really good here guys.’ #Charlie went to the kitchen sink while #Billy disappeared into the bathroom.

“Jake here is a talented chef.” Going to the cupboard for some glasses and a jug.

※ Jacob ※

Her enthusiasm made me smile. I remembered #Charlie telling my dad about how Bella had lost all interest in anything that she used to enjoy. So, if she is excited about a TV show that used to bug the ever-loving hell out of me… then hell yeah, I would watch… Plus Bella was better company than my sisters so I was sure it would be much more fun.

“If you look up the sugar-free alternatives I will definitely be your humble assistant slash taste tester.”

I chuckled at her. One day maybe I would show her my grades… but if she was willing to help me with studying then maybe I wouldn’t let her in on how well I did… my main struggles were English and Math but everything else was good.

“Please!” I teased her with a friendly roll of my eyes. “Like you could ever influence me… Unless you have chocolate… then I am all yours to influence.”

I smiled when Bella called me the talented chef and I motioned to the Chief’s daughter, “And may I introduce our guest baker for the evening… the inspired young Isabella Swan.”

※ Bella ※

I’d bent down over at the oven to take out the tray. The heat hit as soon as the door was opened, followed by the sweet scent of the baked chocolate. It was heavenly.

Standing up in time for Jacob’s teasing. I took a small bow. “At your service, Gents.” Listening to the sound of their conversation and laughter made me still and allow this memory to sink in.

‘Please, Bella you could influence this boy just by looking in his direction. He hangs off your every word. Leave the chocolate here for me.’ It was #Billy’s turn to tease now.

My face flushed, and I distracted myself by setting the tray of baked brownies on the counter, out of the way for now.

“Uhm… can I help you with serving the food Jake?”

※ Jacob ※

I turned eagerly back to the spaghetti as I tipped it into the big serving dish when Bella bent down to the oven. Objectifying girls wasn’t exactly a hobby of mine… but I was human… teenaged… and let’s be honest, harbouring a massive crush and her father was in the room. So, spaghetti was suddenly very interesting. And then add in Dad’s comment to my already squirrelly behaviour and now my cheeks were flaming.

“Thanks for that dad!” I laughed… because what else could I do? He was just being a clueless parent.

“It’s normally just me and Dad so when we have company, we like to share it all out family style. Can you get the cheese from the fridge, please? There should be parmesan and pepper jack in there.” I took the Bolognese off the stove and added that into one of Mom’s old casserole dishes with flowers painted on the outside… just to make the table a little prettier. Dad gave me a side eye but said nothing this time. I filled four glasses of water too and set them on the table with a plate for each of us.

※ Bella ※

I would have died of embarrassment, the flush of heat on my cheeks told me I was kind of feeling it. However, Jacob took his father’s teasing in his stride. He didn’t flinch or storm off. This boy was so good with people of all ages, and his dad too.

“Sure, I’m happy to do that.” Doing as I’m asked without questioning it. I moved around Jacob to open the fridge.

Our father’s laughing and joking, talking about the rerun of the game they had been watching. When I took the cheese to the counter I went searching for a cheese grater.

Watching the three of them over my shoulder. A realisation dawned upon me once again. #Charlies was so at ease here. The same as he was at the Clearwater house, I saw how they all welcomed him with open arms. And I was the add on, without any questions they all seemed to engulf me with this same care and love.

“Here we go.” Coming to take a seat at the table, I placed two bowls of cheese beside the beautiful dish. “This dish is so pretty. Those flowers. Are they hand painted?” I asked.

※ Jacob ※

I grinned at Bella as she grated the cheese too… “Wow… aren’t we spoiled,” I said to the dads at the table. “We normally just grate it over our plates.” I chuckled.

I heaped a pile of spaghetti onto my plate.

‘Notice how Bella doesn’t lecture this one about carbs?’ #Charlie teased.

“I need the carbs… I’m having a growth spurt.” I immediately regretted the words; growth spurts were for kids… what was I thinking!!

#Billy turned to Bella and smiled. ‘They are.’ He answered her. ‘We got a whole set just like this as a wedding gift. My #Sarah thought they were too pretty to actually use for cooking but too pretty not to use at the same time, so she decided to keep them aside for special occasions.’ He smiled fondly. ‘Just like this one. Welcome to your first family dinner, Isabella. Would you mind if I said a blessing before this wild animal digs in?’

I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth and lowered to my plate in slow motion.

※ Bella ※

I could feel another blush creeping up my cheeks. I hadn’t meant to do anything which maybe seem too pretentious. I was attempting to help and be myself. So, I crossed my legs over one another sitting in my chair watching them.

Smiling at Jacob, he wasn’t lying about the growth. The boy had put on height and weight each time I saw him these days. My full attention remained on #Billy. Nodding my head along with his story of his late wife. A warm smile on his lips feeding my own too.

#Charlie served me before himself, teasing Jake about the cheese and the amount of food he could eat, wanting to challenge him.

“Thank you to opening your home, and your family to me.”

I meant it with all my heart. #Billy knew me and my history he knew everything that had been safe to share with him about the past two years. And he still didn’t mind me being in his house, and spending time with his son.

“Yes please, I feel we could all do with a little helping hand.” My glance turned to both Jacob and #Charlie, who were about to dig in.

※ Jacob ※

I smiled… I knew Bella and #Charlie had dinner at the table… like Dad and I did. But it was different with people over. Maybe we should make it a regular thing. I was about to suggest this when Dad mentioned a blessing and I dropped my fork. I grinned because I knew that this meant it was something special for Dad too… to share our table with Bella. He didn’t do this when it was just #Charlie here.

I took Dad’s hand and then Bella’s not thinking about it until it was done, and my finger wrapped around her hand, she was still a little cold… maybe a hot meal would finally get some heat into her bones. Dad spoke and I closed my eyes… trying not to think about her hand in mine as he prayed.

‘We thank Great Wolf for the resources that made this food possible. We thank the Earth Mother for producing it, and we thank all those who laboured to bring it to us. May the wholesomeness of the food before us, bring out the wholeness of the Spirit within us, and may it nourish our bodies so our journey on the plane is long and fruitful; that we may better serve the land of our ancestors. We thank Grandmother Moon for bringing a treasured daughter to our table to share in her bounty and pray that it will not be the last time she breaks bread at our table.’ He was silent a moment before the let go of his hand and said ‘Dig in guys and gal.’

I chuckled. “Gal? What are you? A prospector from an old movie?” But then I elbowed him lightly. “Nice one, Dad.”

‘Don’t call me chief or nothing.’ He served himself a great big scoop of pasta and then Bella next. I smiled to myself… wondering if she knew it meant to be served by an Elder.

※ Bella ※

The bless felt like an out of body experience. No one had even made my joining them for dinner the reason to give thanks. Making my heart swell.

#Charlie’s eyes were on mine and Jake’s hands clasped together for the blessing. He didn’t say anything, however I could tell he was astonished that I hadn’t pulling free.

I’d felt the initial urge to pull away, but the moment and the reason halted me. His skin was warm, giving a much needed source of heat to my always cold hands.

When my dad’s eyes continued to find mine he gave me a smile. We ate together as often as we could, however sometimes if he worked late, I’d be sat on the kitchen table alone with my book while I feed myself.

Tonight it felt different, I felt so welcome here, just as we felt at the Clearwater home.

Removing my hand from dad’s I met #Billy’s eyes lifting my plate as he smiled and served me.

“Thank you, Billy. It was a beautiful blessing. Maybe you should start doing it dad. You know. Give a little thanks?” I was teasing him of course. Our meals were a quiet affair, and we both liked it like that.

‘Nope, Billy does then best, so we will leave it to him to say a little something for us too.’ The two men laughed teasing one another.

When I set my plate down on the table, I noticed my hand. Leaning into the side I whispered. “Uhm.. Jake…. I’ll need my hand to eat dinner.” Nodding my chin to the hand he still held.

※ Jacob ※

“Hey, I’d love to hear #Charlie says a dirty limerick or two over a table of food.” I teased. I had a feeling that would be his idea of hell… unless he was talking to a room full of cops. I flushed a deep crimson… “Oh…. Um…” I let go of her hand and tried not to do it too fast and draw more attention to the fact I was still holding it. #Charlie and my father were exchanging looks and trying not to smirk. “Sorry,” I muttered to Bella.

‘So…” #Charlie saved me. ‘What did you kids get up to today?’ He asked swirling spaghetti around his fork.

“Oh… not much… drove out to the beach and then hit the diner for hot chocolate,” I explained, and the dads exchanged a look again.

‘Just… um…’ the chief pointed his fork between us, flicking a little sauce onto his shirt. ��Just the two of you?’

“Yeah,” I said after swallowing the food in my mouth. Then I noticed the way they were looking at me… It did kind of sound like a date. “Yeah, I mean…” I didn’t want to tell Dad we went looking for #Embry, he had told me to leave him alone, he was going through stuff, and I should let him. “We just hung out and then we met the Clearwater’s, and we had something to eat with them.”

※ Bella ※

“Char…. Dad knows limericks. Why is this the first I’m learning about this?”

Saying so the men could hear. At the same time, I turned my hand around and placed it gently on Jake’s. Attempting to tell him it was ‘okay’, he didn’t need to apologise. Not after the day he’d had. Letting his hand go I picked up my fork, i twisted the utensil into the long spaghetti coated in the sauce.

The scent of the food was mouthwatering. Sometimes, the best meals were something so simple, made with love. It elevated the quality of the meal tenfold. And tonight, I felt the warmth from this family towards mine.

Taking a mouthful, I chewed enthusiastically as the conversation progressed around the table. Even though I could question the manner in which the two dads were acting. I chose not to right now. I didn’t add anything as Jake had a handle on what he chose to share and what he wanted to keep to himself.

Taking a napkin from the table to hand over to #Charlie I made a note to soak his shirt tonight, it would be the only way to take the stain out after all.

‘The Clearwater’s?’ This time #Charlie’s eyes were on me.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“Leah and Seth. We all shared fries at the dinner in town.” And then I added “Oh, and we all have plans to do our homework together.” Trying to show that we are also be responsible too. “Seth really does look up to Jake here. It’s kind of cute to see the hero worship.”

The dad’s exchanged another look, I wish I could read their minds! The moment the thought came to. I began choking on the next bite at the memory it invoked. Damn my mind and heart! Why??

Dropping the fork to the plate, reaching out to pick up the glass beside me to drink. My brown watery eyes moving to the three people around the table. Feeling of shame and embarrassment engulfing my soul.

“Sorry…” coughing I cover my mouth with my hand, then take another gulp of water. “Sorry!”

※ Jacob ※

‘Trust me, Bella…. You don’t want to get him started. They are awful.’ Dad smirked and added the cheese Bella grated to the top of his pasta. I watched to see how much he added. I didn’t want to correct him in front of Bella… but I wondered if Bella was doing the same with #Charlie, it was nice to have someone who understood what it was like to look after someone else’s health. Especially when that person should technically be looking after us.

#Charlie dabbed at the spot on his shirt, I could see the way the expressions at the table changed… Bella noticed it too this time. Did she mean me? Was I cute? No… she meant #Seth… but in an "𝔸𝕨𝕨 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕕" kinda way...

Before My cheeks had a chance to turn red again, she started to choke. When I saw that she was okay, I decided to turn the subject around... give her a second to gather herself.

“Yeah I told #Seth I could help with his history homework… and Bella is gonna share her wisdom on English Lit,” I told the dads.

‘Maybe you can point out some of the inaccuracies in Bella’s history textbook.’ Dad smirked at me.

Now I was blushing again. “Really Dad? Now?” I gritted the last word. “Besides, Bella is more than smart enough to read between the lines.”

‘Jake here is a bit of a history buff did he tell you that?’ Dad said, but at least he had steered away from the other topic.

“Like I have a choice living with you and all your stories!” I teased, but honestly, I really loved history, especially tribal history. I felt a duty to preserve it. Even if some of it was fairy stories… but they had cultural relevance, right? Every culture has far-fetched and high-flying stories or legends.

※ Bella ※

‘Harry’s been taking on the role of teaching Bella the history of the tribe.’ #Charlie said with great praise for his friend. As soon as he said it, I felt the table move and dad coughed. ‘But. Yeah. Yeah… Jake here is a historical genius?’ The statement felt more like a question. And he asked it of #Billy?

Taking another sip from the glass, frowning at the twilight zone Jake and I seemed to have stepped into with our dads.

“Uhm. Yeah. Like I would ever say no to learning something new.” A thought occurred to me as I spoke. “Jake, why don’t we make the learning outdoors? You know. On good days get some sun. If it ever comes out to play?”

#Billy and #Charlie both looked pleased with this, but it confused me as to why?

‘Yeah. Boy. You should take Bella up on that. You spend too much time in here bugging me, or in your garage anyway.’

#Charlie picked up the bowl of cheese to add to his plate, however before he could spoon any out. I took it from him.

“Not too much.” I told him. Spooning out a little over the pasta so it covers just enough to give him the flavour without the cholesterol.

“I don’t mind helping in the garage too?”

Both the dads shouted ‘No!’ At the same time. ‘Too dangerous in there for you.’

I couldn’t help but catch Jake’s eyes. The look in mine asking him; ‘Are you seeing this too? Or have I just lost my mind?’ Our dads were acting insane, more than the usual kind.

To Be Continued....

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