Chapter Six: Tensions and Revelations
"Rhys, I made you some kimchi spaghetti." Elijah placed the steaming plate of food on the table and sat across from me, his eyes warm and inviting. I smiled at him, grateful for his thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, Elijah." His kindness was a constant source of comfort, a balm to the lingering anxieties of my pregnancy.
He simply nodded and served me a generous portion. As I took a bite, the flavors exploded on my tongue, a testament to his remarkable culinary skills. "You're always so kind to me, Elijah. Thank you for staying by my side, even when Frederick constantly picks fights with you."
He chuckled and shook his head, his expression a mix of amusement and resignation. "I've gotten used to it. He picks fights with me almost every day."