“Because," she said as I plated her dish and stuck it in the microwave. “How am I ever gonna live up to your grandma's cooking?"
I laughed, wrapping my arms around her as I leaned against the counter and pulled her to me. “You don't have to. But I'm sure she'd be willing to give you a few pointers if you ever really wanted to learn."
I kissed her a little deeper this time and didn't even realize how long it went until the microwave started beeping and I was forced to pull away.
Madeline eyed the hot plate, licking her lips. “Smells good already."
We sat down at the kitchen table. Madeline happily ate her food as I watched, smiling from ear to ear as she groaned after almost every bite. I only ate a few bites at her insistence because I wasn't really hungry. We'd ordered and eaten a bun
