"I cooked ravioli for us." I said and Tobias turned to look me. He had just arrived home. His shirt was a little dirty from what I guess was fighting.
He smiled at me, nodding his head as he removed his shoes and walked closer to me and washed his hands in the sink.
"You did? It's been very long you had cooked something, Bells. I am still wondering how you remember the measurements of salt and spices." He said and I laughed at him. Ah, accurate he was being.
I don't cook often. I always need to leave early and Tobias is the one to cook. It makes me feel guilty at times but he assures me he likes cooking. Or maybe he had just accepted his responsibility enough to make him like it.
"Very funny, T. And I do cook sometimes. Even though I don't really remember the last time, I was in ki
