The knife slipped slightly in my hand because my palms were sweaty, making it difficult to chop the onions for the baked potatoes. According to Elara, baked potatoes were Kael’s favorite, and I was determined to make sure this dinner turned out perfectly.
I had already placed the cheese, sour cream, and butter into small serving bowls, and bacon was sizzling in a frying pan so I could crumble it over the potatoes later. I could not think of anything else people usually liked on baked potatoes.
“I’m back,” Jaxon called as he walked into the kitchen carrying several grocery bags.
“Did you get everything?” I asked, and even I could hear the nervousness and stress in my voice.
Jaxon placed the bags down and looked at me. “Man, calm down.” He nodded toward the cutting board. “Before you acc
