Chapter Forty

She couldn't wait for dinner to finally be over. Sitting beside Asher after his promises of what the night was going to be like was proving to be difficult. He didn't even have to do anything to get her on edge, just having him there, watching her was enough.

His chef, a mature woman who reminded her a lot of her grandma, served the food. It felt awkward for her having to sit there and have someone as old as her serve her food but the woman was just as nice as her grandma if not more.

"This is all I've ever wanted for you, son. I'm so proud," the chef said, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Well, better get used to it because it's going to last for a very long time," Asher responded and a warm fuzzy feeling engulfed her. Even if deep down she didn't believe it, hearing him say it made her feel all kinds of good.

"I'm so happy to hear that. I'll be willing to work every single day to fatten up these little munchkins over here," she continued, filling up Danny and Damien's plates.