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I looked up to see Avyn standing in the entry of the kitchen. I’d been so focused on preparing the meal that I hadn’t seen or heard her come in. She came around to the stove to peek into the pots.
“What are you cooking?”
“A creamy Cajun chicken pasta.”
I proceeded to cut a piece of the chicken for her to sample. It was no surprise that she was eager to taste it. She closed her eyes and chewed when I popped it into her mouth. A satisfied moan fell from her lips.
“Mmm... That’s so good.”
“Thank you. When I cook, I do a little something.”
“Aunt Virginia did keep you in the kitchen growing up.”
I chuckled. “She did. She always told me that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
My mother told me many things about how to be the perfect housewife. I realized now that that really only applied to my daddy. He was a good man... a different breed. She did what was expected of her regarding caring for him, me, and the house. He did what he was supposed to do as the head of the family, but he also wasn’t afraid to pick up the slack should she need help. He never complained. He never belittled her if something wasn’t done. He simply did it himself. My father was the definition of giving grace. He understood that while they both had duties, my mother was also human, and she got tired like anybody else.
“I guess I must be a man then,” Avyn mumbled.
“It’s done. I’ll fix you a plate—”
“You don’t have to serve me, Pasha. I’m fully capable of making my own plate. As a matter of fact, you sit down, and I’ll make your plate too.”
“But—”
“No buts. Sit.”
She ushered me over to the dining room table and pulled out a chair. Reluctantly, I sat and waited while she made both of us a plate and drinks. She placed both in front of me, then seated herself and reached for my hands. Bowing our heads, I closed my eyes as she said a prayer.
“Lord, we want to thank you for this meal and bless the hands that prepared it. May we consume it as nourishment for our bodies... thank you... Thank you for bringing my best friend back to me. I pray that you uncloud her mind and clear her heart to receive all the blessings you have in store for her. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
“Amen,” I whispered. I swiped a tear from my eye before she could see it. “That was beautiful.”
“I may act like a heathen at times, but God knows my heart.”
We settled into our meal, and she told me about her day. She told me she had lunch with Tia and Black, and they asked to see me. I decided that I was finally ready to have visitors. I did miss them. It wasn’t so long ago that the four of us were inseparable. Maybe a little girls’ night would lift my spirits. I agreed to see them, and Avyn suggested inviting them over tomorrow night.
“Oh! I meant to tell you something!” She did a little shimmy in her seat.
I giggled. “Why are you dancing?”
“Guess who I saw today?”
“Who?”
“Your angel.”
I raised an eyebrow. “My angel?”
“Callum.”
“Oh... How is he?”
“He’s doing good. He asked about you. He wanted to make sure you were doing okay. I think he may be a little smitten with you, girl.”
“Avyn, the man saw me on the most embarrassing night of my life. If he feels anything for me, it’s pity.”
“I don’t think so.”
