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“Now, tell me what you’d like so I can make you a plate.”
His eyes are so filled with worry and concern, my heart skips a beat. It’s been so long since someone wanted to take care of me that tears prickle the backs of my eyes. I turn my gaze to the many bags on the counter to distract myself.
“What all did you order?”
Auggie releases one of my hands and tugs me in front of him. “Steamed buns and dumplings, lo mein and rice, chop suey and pepper steak. There’s also rangoons, spring rolls, and egg rolls.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
When I’m quiet, Auggie kisses my temple. “How about you go sit back down and find us something to watch. I’ll bring everything over, and we can eat family style.”
Something pinches in my chest.
Family.
Auggie carries the feast over to the coffee table, opening each carton and placing a spoon or fork inside it until the surface practically disappears. He sets plates and forks for us, then heads back to the kitchen and returns with two waters.
“I don't know where to start,” I say, as my stomach growls again.
I slide to the floor and lean my back against the couch. I find the remote hiding under one of the many containers and turn on the TV, beginning my search for something to watch. I land on a Halloween romcom about a house flipper who renovates a house that’s haunted by a ghost.
Auggie slides down next to me, his body close enough that our legs touch under the table.
“I may have gone a little overboard.”
He rubs the back of his neck, looking adorably embarrassed.
I can’t help but laugh.
“A little? There’s enough here to feed a football team.”
Auggie laughs, shaking his head. “This would be an appetizer for the supernatural league.”
I laugh harder, thinking of some of the supernaturals I’ve met at work.
I grab a random container and start scooping food onto my plate. “I believe that. Some of the hockey players come to the pub to eat. I’ve seen the amount of food those guys can put away.”
“Jackson could probably eat his weight in Grace’s frosted sugar cookies.”
“You know,” I say, grabbing yet another container, “Everyone talks about these famous sugar cookies like they’re an urban legend. I feel like there’s a story there.”
Auggie nods, adding food to his own plate. “Oh, there definitely is. Do you have the rangoons on your side?”
I grab a few containers until I find the right one and pass it to Auggie.
“Is the beef and broccoli by you?”
Auggie grabs the container and scoops some onto my plate.
“Good?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“What else would you like, Moonlight?”
Moonlight.
A pleasurable shiver runs down my spine. I love the way he calls me by his pet name for me.
