Chapter 3

Papa, I thought we agreed on the weekend! you ran away!

My princess said she had something for me, of course I'd want to see it straight away! and this one tagged along too.

I peer past my dad seeing Frederick standing sheepish behind him Freddie! I hug him, and he blushes while returning my hug hello Sorie he uses my pet name he insists on being the only one to call me that since we were kids.

You ran away with dad too! he's becoming a bad influence on you! does auntie Jane and uncle Bert know where you are?

He clears his throat I am an adult you know Sorie.

I give him the raised eyebrow I mastered from my mom, so they don't know you ran away with my dad then, got it! anyway I assume you'd both be staying the night so let's head up and I'll make us some dinner.

They follow me into the elevator and up to my condo, welcome to you both please make yourselves at home, I need to get dinner started but I'm sure you both need to freshen up so let me show you to the guest rooms first.

Lead the way princess

Isn't she too big to still be called princess uncle Stormas.

You stay out of my and my daughter’s business, let's go Stormie

I giggle and lead them to the rooms then head to the kitchen, I get some chicken breast from the freezer, I decide on stuffed chicken breast baked and some garlic rice and steam vegetables, I wash my hands and get to work after putting on my music on my Marshalls speaker, I do love their speakers they have such a classic and elegant look to them, especially the tan coloured ones, beautiful!

I am almost finished when my dad comes to the kitchen is there anything I can help with? you can take the plates from the cupboard there and set the table and the cutlery is in the draw below, glasses are in the other cupboard I point with my chin and eyes as I wash up, I tend to wash utensils as I go so the clean up after would be less.

I watch my big strong dad flit between the cupboards and the drawer in my kitchen to set the table for us, Frederick comes in as I am placing the dishes onto the table buffet style.

Frederick also asks if there is anything he could do to help to which we both answered no and I told him to have a seat, I placed the dishes at the centre of the island counter so they could take as much as they’d like and eat then went to grab us some drinks from the refrigerator.

My dad loves fruit punch so I handed him that flavour, I gave the mango to Freddie and I had grapefruit alright everyone eyes closed, Lord we are thankful for what we about to eat, may it nourish our bodies amen, let’s dig in! I am starving!

I help myself to some rice first then some vegies and finally the chicken and drizzle some gravy on top, yes sir some nice creamy sauce. My dad and Freddie help themselves and we eat while chatting and having a bit of laughter.

Oh my, my daughter is the best cook ever! I have no idea where you got the skill from because your mother can not boil water and I am no better! But you always make the best food!

Thank you for the compliment but you know I always spent time in the kitchen with aunt Rachel, I learned from her then added my own touch here and there to make it mine.

Has she ever tasted your food?

No she hasn’t how could I the student try to out shine the master in her own kitchen?

It’s not outshining, you’re simply showing her what you have learned, I am sure she’d appreciate that Stormie.

I suppose you’re right dad, let me load the dish washer then I’d show you my piece.

Ah ah ah ah, you made dinner, we will clean up

Once again I give them the raised eyebrow before snickering dad, have you ever loaded a dishwasher in your life?

He doesn’t answer but instead gets off the bar stool and comes over to me giving me his glare how hard can it be? Do you take your father for a fool Storm Burgesse?

I step aside giving him a look if you can identify where in the kitchen the dish washer is then the cleaning up is all yours.

Ahhh he looks to Freddie, with his eyes pleading for silent help but all Freddie does is shrug then places his head in his hands to prop himself up on his elbows to watch the fun, my dad scans the room as though looking for a sliver of hope.

Do you yield?

A Spartan never surrenders!