I was beat.
Coming home from the diner, I gently close the front door with the intention to head straight to my room where the comfort of my mushy bed awaits.
But Charlie had other plans.
"Hey, kiddo, is that you? Come in here for a sec," he yells from the kitchen.
Passing through the arcing doorway I can smell the delicious aroma of freshly baked lasagna being pulled out from the oven. I would've been salivating from the smell alone if Emmett hadn't nudged me for dinner at Uncle Bean's.
Charlie had bright pink oven mitts on both his hands and a bright blue apron around his waist.
I smile at him, feeling that familiar fatherly figure he's been putting out since I got here.
I set my bag onto the countertop. "What's up? Need some help?"
After placing the casserole pan down onto the d
