“Daddy cooks all the good food!”Tori cheered.“All of it.”
“I try, don’t I?”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Ally told him, bumping her hip against his.“You do better than try, and we both know it.”
“He made spaghetti last night.It was amazing.”
“S’gettis…” Peter licked his lips.
JP chuckled.“That was almost as messy as the mud.”
“Nummy, Dad.S’gettis are my favorite.”Peter beamed at them all.
“I liked the lemon pepper chicken best so far.”It had been the first meal JP had finished and eaten enthusiastically, his pain relieved enough he could eat.
“Oh, that one was a meal Ian came up with, huh?”
“It was not the kids’ choice, no.They ate it, though.They actually do pretty good, I’d say.”He grinned.“I made rice and brussels sprouts.”
“Good deal.I will bring over some bangers and mash tomorrow, if you guys like that.”
He rolled his eyes.“I love your bangers and mash, you know I do.”
“Bangers and mash?That’s actually a thing outside of England?”JP asked.
“If you want, you can call it mashed potatoes and sausages…” she teased.
“I don’t really care what it’s called as long as it’s good,” JP admitted.The man could eat; Ian could vouch for that.
“He’ll love it.I know him.”Sort of biblically, if he was honest.
“Do you do sweets?”JP asked Ally, a hopeful look on his face.
“No.I leave those to my pastry chef, although Ian subbed in once in an emergency.”
His cheeks went hot.“I just made simple stuff…”
“You’ve been holding out on me, Chou?”
“No.No, I made you chocolate pudding.”
Tori’s eyes lit up.“Puddings?”
“Oh yeah.But that was just one evening.”JP pouted, the asshole.
“Daddy.Pudding.”
“All right.Later.I’ll make pudding for supper tomorrow, all right?”
“Pudding for supper!”The kids chanted and cheered together, JP grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“You are a bad man.”He winked at JP, then shook his head.“Tonight he’s buying me p-i-z-z-a.”
“I am.And maybe tomorrow I’ll buy you t-a-i.”
“Ooh.Two nights in a row?”He was spoiled.
Also, JP couldn’t spell his way out of a paper bag.
