Cassie
The kitchen settled into its usual rhythm once Brett got home.
Olivia moved effortlessly between the stove and the counter, checking the lasagna one last time before pulling it from the oven. The smell somehow became even better, filling every corner of the house with melted cheese, garlic, basil, and fresh bread.
“If one of you burns your mouth because you’re too impatient, don’t come crying to me,” Olivia warned as she set the bubbling pan onto a trivet.
“I’m willing to make that sacrifice,” Ollie said dramatically.
“You’ve never met a carb you didn’t love,” Marco replied.
“I play hockey. Carbs love me back.”
Jay wandered into the kitchen carrying a laptop under one arm and immediately wrinkled his nose.
“Did I miss the bread?”
“No,” Olivia answered.
“You missed Ollie tr
