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“Hey, buddy,” Gravor said, stooping down to Asher’s level. “I’m making scramble eggs. Do you like to cook?”
“I guess so,” Asher said, glancing at me as if for reassurance.
Trying to act natural, I went over to pour a cup of coffee, though I watched them out of the corner of my eye.
“Want to help me cook, or do you want to serve our breakfast?” Gravor asked, straightening. He shot me a look of concern, but Asher wasn’t doing anything unusual yet. Gravor was a stranger, but my son was quite social. He’d warm up quickly.
“Okay,” Asher said. “I’ll help you cook.”
With a smile of relief, Gravor dragged a chair over close to the stove, though not directly in front of the lit burner. “We need to stir the eggs and pay a lot of attention to them, or they’ll overcook. Do you know how you tell they’re overdone?”
“No.” Asher held the spatula carefully over the eggs.
“They start to separate. You’ll see clear liquid in with the eggs and you know you should’ve taken them off the burner already.”
“Like this?” Asher poked a wet spot in the pan.
“We’re close. What do you think? Should we call them done and put them on the platter?”
Asher nodded, and Gravor shut off the stove.
Under Gravor’s careful guidance, he scooped them up and put them on the plate Gravor had gotten out.
“What’s next?”
“I already cooked toast and bacon, so now we need to serve our feast.”
“Can I help with that too?” Asher asked, bobbing up and down on the chair.
“I need all the help I can get, so sure.” Gravor shot me a look of relief.
My heart pinched at the thought he’d been worried his son wouldn’t like him.
“I’m hungry, boys,” I said. “Thanks for cooking.”
“Sure thing, Mommy,” Asher said. He carefully carried the platter of food over to the island and pushed it up onto the surface. “We’re gonna eat the eggs I made.”
“We are.” Rounding the island, I sat while Asher climbed onto his stool between us. I added a dash of cream and sugar to my coffee and took a long swallow.
Gravor shot me a smile over our son.
My belly rumbled. “I don’t usually eat much for breakfast, but I have a feeling I’m going to devour my share this morning.”
“How about you, Asher?” he asked. “Are you hungry?”
“Yup.” Asher wiggled on his stool.
“Would you dish us up then?”
Asher’s eyes grew wide. “Me?”
“Why not? I think you can handle it.”
“I can.” Asher shot me a grin. “See, Mommy? I’m getting bigger all the time, doing things big guys do.”
“You are.” I couldn’t stop smiling.
Asher filled our plates, and we dug in.
