~Bethany~
Finally calm, I add an oversized sweater on top of my oversized dress before heading downstairs to where the sizzling aroma is coming from.
Jayan is in the kitchen, wearing an apron and looking so domesticated that it had me wondering what goes on in that dragon's mind. Why in god’s name is he acting like a housewife?
It’s an odd sight, yet at the same time, it feels… can't find the right word yet.
Asad is on the phone in the dining room, facing the large window, so I can’t see his face, and his voice is too quiet to hear what he’s saying. I can’t see Olyon, but I can sense him somewhere in this room.
Immediately, Jayan sees me, he breaks into a broad smile. “I'm making creamy baked chicken with lots of yummy fillings for you, Snugbug.”
He’s so proud that he's doing somethi
