Page 54 of Old-Fashioned

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, Baby girl.” With that, I pressed a kiss atop her nose and then lowered her back down to her feet.

Walking back to the fridge, I tagged a can of soda for her, and then grabbed a glass bottle of Coke for myself.

After I popped her tab, and sat it on her island I opened my own bottle, when I heard, there’s a bottle opener in the drawer where the silver… she trailed off, then gasped, “What did you open that with?”

I looked down at my hands, and then looked at her and lifted a brow, to which she shook her head, “Way to make a woman feel puny.”

I chuckled, then headed to the island and took a seat, while muttering, “Nothing puny about you, Baby girl. Now, before I get comfortable, what can I do to help?”

Again, she shook her head, “Nothing, I’ve got this. And fair warning. When I’m cooking stay out of my way. I get in my head, and I have a process of doing things. You do that, happy woman, happy life.”

I tossed my head back and laughed, “Yes ma’am. But I believe the correct term is happy wife, happy life.”

She scrunched her nose as she poured oil into the pot and said, “Semantics.”

I couldn’t help but laugh again, and there, I sat as we talked, and she cooked.

We went over our movie interests, books, hobbies, you name it, we touched base on it.

And then, she smiled at me, and said, “Can you set the table while I get everything plated up?”

I nodded at her, since I had been sitting there while she cooked, I saw where just about everything was.

As soon as I had fresh drinks, silverware, and napkins on the table, she followed me, and sat two plates down that looked perfect.

However, something wasn’t sitting right with me, therefore, I tagged her wrist before she could move and waited until I had her eyes, only then did I tell her, “Future reference, Baby girl. When you cook or I cook, you tell me that dinner is ready, I want you to take a load off. I’ll be the one fixing your plate and bringing it to you. I’ll also be the one doing the dishes. I don’t care if it’s a five-minute meal. I’ll stay out of the kitchen for you, but I need you to do this for me, okay?”

Instantaneously, she whispered, “That’s not fair to you.”

“Baby girl, been waiting my whole life for you. Had dreams about how I was going to treat my woman. My woman that was the right woman. And that’s you. Now, take your seat so I can eat. You’ve got my mouth watering.”

She didn’t move for a few seconds, but then, a blinding white smile hit her face, her lips were on mine in the next instant, and then she took her seat.

Ryker moved until he was sitting right by her chair.

I lifted my chin at him, “Do you give him scraps?”

She shook her head, “No. I made him doggie treats though. This is just what he does.”

I nodded then finished plating everything.

Then, as I took a bite of the chicken, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, “Holy fuck. KFC has nothing on you.”

She giggled, “Why, thank you, kind sir.”

“I fucking mean it, Birdie. Holy shit.” I told her as I inhaled another bite.

She was still giggling when someone knocked on her door.

I looked at her and asked, “Are you expecting someone?”

“No,” and with that she started to get up, but I shook my head at her.

“I got it Baby girl.”

She got this soft look on her face and nodded.

After I wiped my fingers and mouth off, there was another knock on her door, I stood up and walked to the front door.