The Good Wife by Kayla Carson

Author:Kayla Carson [Carson, Kayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Peyton Wyatt Inc.
Published: 2018-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20 Christmas 2015

I wasn't a chef. I could handle dinner for Cal, and I every night, but catering an actual party? I was starting to feel like I was in way over my head. The turkey was in the oven, and the stuffing was on the stove. I had peeled potatoes in the sink, and there was flour on every single surface of our kitchen. The apron I wore did little to protect my clothing, and the can opener chose not to work today. I was a mess, both literally, and figuratively. “Who makes their own pie crusts, anyway?” I asked, dropping the large ball of dough onto the counter.

“Lots of people.” Cal said, as he stood in the doorway watching me with amusement.

“What time is everyone arriving?” I asked, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

Cal laughed, slowly walking towards me and reaching for the rag sitting on the edge of the sink. Silently, he used it to clean the spot on my face that I'd just wiped. “Six hours.”

I hung my head, willing myself not to cry. I was overwhelmed, and there was no way that I was going to finish this dinner on time. The tears came anyway. “Damn hormones.” I said, lifting my hands to sob into them.

Cal stopped me, pulling me into his arms. “It's alright Princess.” He laughed.

“You're going to get flour all over your clothes.” I sobbed out, trying to keep my hands away from him.

“I don't care about that. Let me help you.” He soothed, kissing my forehead. “What do you need me to do?”

I looked up, slowly locking my eyes with his. “You- you're going to help me cook?”

“Don't sound so surprised Princess. I know how to cook.” I raised a brow skeptically, and he laughed. “Between the two of us, I'm sure we can figure it out.”

Three hours later, and we were still in the kitchen. My feet were swollen, and felt like they were on fire, and Cal had more flour in his hair than the dough even called for. We must have been a sight to see, and when Cal turned the burner on to make the gravy, I fell into a fit of laughter.

“What's so funny?” He asked, whisking the gravy in the sauce pan.

“You have hand prints on your ass.” I said around laughter.

He shook his behind at me, only making me laugh harder. “Oh my God! I have to pee!” I yelled, half jogging towards the bathroom. I could still hear him laughing when I shut myself inside. What on earth were we thinking trying to host Christmas dinner? When I found my way back to the kitchen, Cal was sitting at the table, with a beer in his hand.

“That bad huh?” I asked wincing, as I took the chair diagonally to his.

“Give me your feet.” He said, noting the swelling.

He didn't have to ask me twice, I placed them in his lap, and closed my eyes in ecstasy as he gently massaged them.

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