Zeke's POV
I could already smell something tasty when I went down. Quickly, I rushed towards the kitchen and checked on him.
“I hope you like fried rice and eggs? It’s the most decent I could cook with the ingredients we got.” I pressed my lips while trying hard not to laugh.
He scoffed, “You’re laughing at me because of the apron aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I nodded and couldn’t hold my laughter anymore, “It’s too small for you.” He laughed along with me while he put the scrambled eggs on the table.
“There’s another apron here, it’s…” I paused and couldn’t keep my smile after remembering my brother.
I shouldn’t have bothered to remember. Caleb probably noticed the change in my mood.
He went to me and shrugged, “I don’t know, I think this pink apron looks better on me.” Caleb was obviously
