Sapphire
“What do I get if I’d flip this perfectly?” Sky asked as he held the handle of the non-stick pan with a pancake which needed to be flipped for the other side to be cooked.
“Three pancakes!” Storm happily answered, showing us his three little fingers, making us chuckle.
We were in the kitchen at the moment. Sky was at the stove while Storm and I sat on the marble island, watching him cook us breakfast. It was Sunday morning and it was so great. The sun was shining brightly outside. Waking up with them always felt so fantastic.
“Only three?” Sky pouted at his son.
“Four… plus one.” Storm smiled sheepishly.
“Five. Cool. Watch me.” He cockily said, flipping the pancake in the air and damn… “Bravo.” H
