(Sabrina's POV)
Three months pass in a flash.
In these three months, Ethan and I become more than a mere boyfriend and girlfriend, as he starts living with us.
Now Jake is standing on a step stool in my kitchen, wearing my apron over his Spider-Man pajamas, and he has batter in his hair.
"You said medium heat," he tells Ethan, pointing the spatula like a weapon.
"That is medium heat."
"Then why is it smoking?"
Ethan looks at the pan. Looks at Jake. "That's just... steam."
"That's not steam. Steam is white. That's gray. Gray means burning." Jake turns to me in the doorway with the expression of a man seeking a second opinion. "Mom. Is gray steam or burning?"
"Burning," I say.
Ethan moves the pan off the burner without argument, and Jake makes a sound of pure vindication that echo
