Katelyn’s POV
I left the bustling kitchen and found my father sitting in the living room, engrossed in a book. I smiled softly to see him relaxing, in the past, we would have both been in the kitchen preparing dinner, but it was nice to see that he didn’t have to bother much on that task.
That was after all a few blessings that comes with getting married to a wife, I walked over and took a seat beside him and smiled. He looked up and returned the gesture.
“Katelyn, shouldn't you be helping Amelia in the kitchen?” He asked with his brows raised slightly, I was sure he had been engrossed in his book that he didn’t see me run to the kitchen after making my way down the stairs.
“Oh, I offered to help her since I thought she deserved a break after the trip, but she said I shouldn’t trouble
