Paxton: You also participated in the video conference today with the Alpha of Red River at 11 a.m. Am I able to reschedule that as well?
I neglected to remember. Negative, that holds significance. Contact him and enquire if he could expedite it. I would like to accomplish it as soon as possible. Any obligations placed upon me are your responsibility for the time being.
Paxton: Understood!
I appreciate it; please keep me informed.
Paxton: I will comply.
“I apologise, dear.” “Business.” I express my apologies, and she responds with a sincere smile.
I may need to leave temporarily. I was scheduled for a teleconference at 11 am, but I am attempting to reschedule it for an earlier time. It is essential; otherwise, I would terminate it,” I clarify.
“Perhaps if you depart, we shall engage in some baking, correct Alyssa?” Procure some treats for Uncle Brandon?Alyssa gazes up at her with a smile.
“I am your helper,” she states with enthusiasm.
“Indeed, you are my assistant,” Celine states, and they exchange affectionate smiles.
*DING* I examine my mobile device,
Paxton: He is currently available to proceed with it.
“My computer is in the cottage; I have a video conference to attend. I will return as soon as possible,” I inform Celine. I surreptitiously steal a kiss. “Until next time,” she states, encircling my waist with her arms to embrace me. I inhale deeply, absorbing her fragrance. I cherish her presence in my embrace and wish to remain with her at this moment.
“I will expedite my efforts,” I assert.
After an hour and a half of work, I returned to Celine’s. I knock on her door, and upon her opening it, a delightful aroma wafts out. Not only the celestial aroma of my partner, but also reminiscent of delectable baked confections.
“Oh moon goddess, the aroma in this space is exquisite,” I exclaim and bestow a kiss upon her. Celine smiles, and I embrace her as we proceed to the kitchen. I observe numerous trays filled with brownies, cookies, and various other confections.
“Did you create all of this in an hour and a half?” I enquire, glancing at my watch in astonishment.
“I was not alone; I had my assistant,” she indicates Alyssa, who is standing on a chair beside the counter.
“Did you assist Mother with all of this?”I enquire, feigning greater astonishment. Alyssa beams with pride.
“I am a significant helper,” she exclaims with enthusiasm.
You are! Well done, Alyssa! “High five,” I declare, extending my hand for her to reciprocate. She lightly taps my hand, indicating that my compliment has enhanced her sense of pride. I observe my lovely partner, who wears a wide smile, her eyes gazing at me with affection. I am uncertain of what I did to merit the beauty before me, yet I am profoundly grateful.
I encircle her waist with my arms, and she entwines her arms around my neck. I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her lips. “MMMM,” Alyssa begins to articulate.
“Did you desire a kiss as well?”Celine enquires, and Alyssa affirms with a nod. Celine approaches Alyssa and kisses her. She tenderly compresses Alyssa’s cheeks between her hands and bestows small kisses across her face. The melodious sound of Alyssa’s laughter permeates the room, and I cherish it. Brandon likely shares the same sentiment, as he subsequently enters the kitchen to partake in it as well. Upon Celine’s completion. Brandon swiftly lifts Alyssa into the air, lowering her while feigning an intention to consume her, simultaneously blowing raspberries on her abdomen.
Alyssa’s laughter emanates deeply from her abdomen now. Celine and I are also laughing. I harbour envy towards the relationships that others maintain with Alyssa. Although I informed Celine of my intention to assume the role of Alyssa’s father upon marking her, I perceive this as merely a matter of time. She is my daughter, and I desire to elicit her laughter while ensuring she feels as at ease with me as she does with Brandon or Celine. Upon halting, Brandon embraces Alyssa.
“Did you prepare all these delectable confections?” He enquires about Alyssa. She beams with pride and affirms with a nod.
“What prompted you to bake in such large quantities?”Brandon enquires of Celine.
I aimed to freeze a substantial quantity. The apple rhubarb crisps should be baked at 350 degrees for approximately one hour if they are frozen.
He offers her an appreciative smile, yet I discern a hint of anguish in his eyes, which is also evident in Celine’s gaze. This will not be facile for any of them. I desire to take action to facilitate this process. Is this an indication that she will accompany me immediately? I am attempting to avoid overanalyzing the situation.
You are welcome to visit or join my pack.I provide.
He smiles wistfully, “Thank you, but I am unequivocally Lunar Howl Moon ,” he asserts.
