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~Velma’s POV
Theron drove us home, and the ride was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine and Jaden’s occasional hums as he gazed out the window, lost in thought. When we got in, Theron didn’t waste a second. He took over everything, as if the world outside didn’t exist, and my well-being was the only thing that mattered.
“You’re not lifting a finger,” he said firmly, but with a soft edge, as he pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
I smiled, leaning against the counter. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
He shook his head. “Nope. You watch and supervise, that’s your job tonight.”
Jaden, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside him, giggled. “I want to stir! I’m a big chef!”
“Careful,” Theron warned, handing him the wooden spoon. “This isn’t a toy.”
“I’m carefu
