Celeste's POV
We did the same routine. After tucking Ava to bed we decided to leave and headed towards his unit.
When we reached his unit Theodore decided to cook dinner for us. I insisted on helping but he refused and keep on telling me just to sit down and watch.
I finally gave up and did what he told me to. I watched him as he cook our food, and I waited patiently.
"You're good at cooking, did your Mom teach you?" I asked while he is mixing the food.
"No, I am forced to learn when I moved out," he responded.
"How old are you when you move out?" I asked then placed my elbow on the table while my face is resting on my palm.
My eyes focused on Theodore amazed at how he looked doing a simple chore.
"Eighteen, I think," he uttered.
"Your father, where is he?" I carefully asked.
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