Breaking up with Peter, in it’s own weird way, had been the best thing Emmeline had ever done. Because it made her realise that her preconceived notion that she couldn’t be in relationships, that she was better alone, was completely wrong. Peter made her a better person, for the first time, really ever, Emmeline was able to open up. Or at least trusted him enough that she tried. Thats what she was doing, she was trying. In every aspect of their relationship. She tried to talk to him more, about real things, about important things, not just fun conversation. She tried to be more inclusive. Things that she used to do by herself simply because it would be easier, she made sure to make him part of it.
Tonight though, Em was moving into a whole new territory. Romance. Usually Peter was the one to bring the romance to their relationship, and it made Em feel a little like she wasn’t putting anything in herself. She had taken a week of leave, meaning she had been able to plan all day. Peter was coming home from work any minute, and she was right in the middle of cooking, or attempting to anyway. So far, she had managed to almost slice her finger off, seriously misjudged the size of pan she was meant to use so now there was sauce all over the stovetop, and somehow managed to set the pasta on fire. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea in the first place.
