"You know, I could just give you instructions," Willow laughs. "You didn't need to look everything up on your phone."
Stirring the gumbo on the stove, I laugh too. "I wanted to do it on my own."
Willow clears her throat as strong hands massage my shoulders. "Do what on your own, mo bhanríon?"
"Mmmm," I hum, loving how his hands make all the stress and tension melt away. "I wanted to make gumbo."
"Did someone say gumbo," a deep voice says, making me turn.
Ironhide is leaning around the edge of the kitchen door with an excited look in his eyes.
Opening the drawer next to me, I take a spoon and get some gumbo. Walking over, I hold the spoon up to Ironhide, and he leans forward, taking the food. The groan he makes as he closes his eyes makes me smile.
"Please don't groan
