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A Seat at the Table

ผู้เขียน: Osarumwense Osakue
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-10 18:30:07

Michael’s POV

As the sun began to dip behind the city skyline, painting the apartment in soft amber light, I knew I was running out of time.

Ashley would be home soon.

And as much as I hated to admit it, I was nervous.

Not because I was doing anything wrong—but because I was doing something big.

Henry chose me.

And that decision carried weight. Especially with Ashley.

I glanced down at Henry, who was standing on the little stepping stool by the kitchen counter, holding a wooden spoon in one hand and a bowl of sliced carrots in the other.

"Okay, big guy," I said with a smile, handing him a spoonful of honey glaze, "drizzle that right over the chicken thighs, just like I showed you."

He grinned, his eyes lighting up as he carefully did as instructed.

"Like this?"

"Perfect. You’re officially my sous-chef."

He beamed with pride, his round cheeks flushed from the warmth of the oven and his excitement.

We had been working together for over an hour now.

"Michael?" Henry said after a moment
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