Ava
Once inside Cleo and I made our way into the hand basin in the bathroom to wash our hands. As we washed our hands, I asked, “Are you sure me being here is, okay? I don’t want to put you out.”
“Don’t be silly. I always cook extra when I make meals. Feeding Eric is the equivalent of cooking for my own personal army,” she replied with a quiet laugh.
“I don’t understand,” I said, looking at her curiously.
“Eric eats a lot,” she replied, smiling as she said it.
“Oh, okay,” I replied. “Now that you mention it, it must be a boy thing. Asher eats a lot too,” I told her.
We made our way out into the kitchen and I stood near the kitchen island and watched as Cleo began grabbing ingredients out of the fridge and pantry. Once she had everything that she needed, she got to work. I watched in
