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Noah laughed, “Maybe you dreamt it,” He teased and smiled smugly as she watched her sit down. The pout might work on other occasions but not this time, not when it came to cooking. He smiled over at her, unable to help himself, and then finished with the bacon, moving on to the eggs, “Of course I do,” He replied with an over-exaggerated nod and another laugh, “Maybe next time, dear,” He teased.
“I don’t know, I think you’re the one that’s making things up.” Emma replied as she put her elbow on the bench, resting her face in her hand. Normally, Emma hated losing with a passion but she didn’t mind it now as she watched him adoringly. “So long as you know, that’s okay. Next time?” She repeated quickly, not being able to hold her laughter at the name; another thing that would be added to their new normal. “I’ll hold you to that.” Emma replied, acting as if it was more of a promise rather than a very big maybe. “Talk me through how you’re making it?” Emma asked, she really just wanted to watch and listen to him talk.




















