Scrambled Jake's Menu Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jake reached for my hand, linking our fingers which took me by surprise. “Right over there is a perfect spot,” He smiled. He led us over to a huge tree, setting the blanket down under it. It looked right onto the river. It honestly was incredible. Jake unpacked the food. He has everything from sandwiches, to fruits, to cheese, to other nibbles. I think he forgets there was only two of us. “Yes, I know there is too much,” He laughed, “But the place I got them makes amazing food, so I got a mixture,” He added.

She shoves him away, slipping out from under his arm and muttering to herself as she stalks towards the door. "See, BFF's." Nathan laughs, hurrying after her. "Those two drive me mad, they used to get on so well." My dad shakes his head and my mum laughs beside him. It isn't long before Jake is strolling back into the ward, his hair damp and pulled back into a ponytail and a hint of a smile on his face. "Oh sweetheart, you're back, we're having curry tonight if you want to join us." My mum tells him and he looks at me before agreeing. "Actually, I need to ring Leanna, we might as well get a takeaway so Nathan can drop her at home."

Joseph grabbed himself a plate and then handed me one as well. I smiled my thanks to him, trying not to let him see my utter nervousness. Looking at the food, I was amazed by how good it looked. There was every kind of breakfast food imaginable. Scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles, French toast, sausage, bacon, fruit salad, a bowl of regular fruit, grits, oatmeal with a variety of toppings, there was even an omelet station where a chef was making omelets on the fly. There was so much more that I could hardly wrap my head around.

We take the booth at the back. I sit down and the seat is warm from some previous occupant and the table has a sticky patch near the condiment rack that I move my elbow away from, and the teenager puts the menus down and says the special is eggs three ways and the coffee is fresh, and I pick up the menu and look at it and for a moment, just a moment, my eyes go to the eggs section and stay there. Scrambled. Fried. Poached. Eggs three ways. I close the menu and put it face down on the table.

All of his attention was focused on Jamie, and secretly, she really liked that. “Do you want beef or chicken? You can order whatever you want, and whatever you don’t finish, you can take home,” Jake said as he looked intently at Jamie. Their food was delicious and Klara ate until she couldn’t fit another crumb into her stomach. It was the most she’d eaten in a single sitting in months. Jake had kept the conversation flowing and ordered dessert for Jamie. She’d declined, knowing she couldn’t eat it. Jamie was quiet on the drive back, lulled almost to sleep by good food and a late night out. Jake pulled into their driveway, and offered to carry Jamie inside again.

"Strip this bastard naked and throw him out! Say he's a homewrecker who seduced someone else's wife. Let's see how he'll ever face anyone again!" My pupils constricted as I looked at these men in terror. "You can't do this!" With a single glance from the men, someone pinned me to the ground. With her face contorted with rage, Jenny ripped my clothes open. The winter wind made me shiver. Several men scoffed. "What a scrawny weakling!" Jake suddenly grinned maliciously and said to Jenny, "Aunt Jenny, since you're going to make your daughter marry a new husband anyway, how about we train this guy like a pet?"

"BREAKFAST'S READY!" came Jake's mom from the kitchen. Jake appeared from his room and headed to the dining table where he met his dad who was filling a mug with coffee. He gave his dad a 'what the hell is going on' look. "Don't look at me, I had nothing to do with this," his dad responded before taking a sip from his mug. Jake's mom had prepared some pancakes, okay...a lot of pancakes; croissants; eggs, which came in scrambled, beaten and even a few pouched ones; bacon and sausages.

I really think we should talk. ‘Great! Wonderful! I’d love to!’ Jake couldn't tell which was thudding the hardest: his heart or the blood in his reborn erection. ‘What's on the menu?’ ‘Nothing too fancy, I’m afraid,’ came the soft strangely excited answer, ‘I thought we'd start with crudites and sour cream dip. Does that sound okay?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ murmured Jake, his eyes closing in ecstatic expectation, ‘Oh God, yes it does!’

Jake sat across from her, chewing on his food gently and all the while, he had his head buried, staring at the table like he was reading a book. “Tender roasted lamb with rich red wine sauce and buttered vegetables.” Scarlet smacked her lips, alternating her gaze between her company. With her hands folded in front of her and head tilted to the side, she mumbled, "I haven't had a large dinner like this in a while, are we celebrating anything?” She mouthed, staring at Emma. "Not at all, I just have to satisfy my cravings.” Emma chuckled and as if planned beforehand, mother and daughter turned to face Jake.

**Chapter: Cravings and Suspicions** *(Priscilla’s Perspective)* The day began with an overwhelming craving for waffles. Not just any waffles—crispy, golden waffles piled high with whipped cream, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and... bacon. Yes, bacon. Jake, the ever-supportive mate, was already in the kitchen when I stumbled in, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He looked up from the stove and grinned. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Waffles, right?”