It was Friday, and I was thinking all week about Coral, Jayden's mom. My nerves got the best of me, so I told him to pick her up by himself and I would prepare dinner for her. Michael and Sara would arrive soon, and dad was getting some wine at the store.
"We're here!" I could hear Michael come in and Sara was right behind.
"In the kitchen!" I am really excited about this dinner, and I was trying to impress their mom.
"It smells delicious in here. What are you cooking?" he asks, taking the wooden spoon I have on a pot and tasting my turkey soup. I swat his hand and scold him. Not sure where I got the guts to be familiar with him, but we have been getting along pretty well.
"Sara, tell you dear boyfriend that he needs to get out of my kitchen"
"Your kitchen?"
