Family Dinner... Can Break Bonds

Robert’s POV

As she said those words, a little happiness played inside my chest.

So… is she saying that I am the best man for her?

Is she saying that I am the one who deserves her?

Why am I so happy about it?

Why am I feeling the joy, I didn’t feel in years?

I drove back to our house and she went inside and sat down on the couch. I sat beside her.

“Your family is coming, right?” she confirmed.

“Yes,” I replied. “Tonight”

“Okay” She got up and made her way to the kitchen.

“Wait” I stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“To make dinner?” she raised an eyebrow.

“It is just 5” I exclaimed.

She looked at me and sighed. “I am a bad cook. Do I need to remind you that every time?”

“Oh, are you?”

“The worst one”

“Really? Then why are you making dinner?”

“Because your family is coming?”

“So, the worst cook will make dinner?” I raised my eyebrow in amusement.

She looked down. “Let’s… order”