Trope 10: Slice of Life
A nice moment with Garnette and her boys!
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Wordcount: 307
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The kitchen was full. Full of smells, sounds, voices and love.
Garnette sat at the kitchen island with Caleb while Alexander and Léandre puttered around on the other side. She wasn’t sure what they were making but the aroma filling the air was mouthwatering.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” Alexander huffed at the question.
“We can handle this, babe, but here,” He dipped his spoon into the red sauce he was stirring, carefully lifting it and holding it out across the counter. “Try this for me.”
Garnette blew on it softly before allowing it to tip past her lips. It was savoury and rich, the spices prickled at her tongue, sitting on the edge of spiciness. The pleasurable hum that left her was involuntary.
“I want to try some.” Caleb piped up.
“Nah I don’t need your opinion.” Alexander dipped the spoon back into the pot.
“Why?” The blond squawked indignantly.
“You’re the only one here who can’t cook, what could you have to say?”
“I still have a palette!” Caleb objected.
Garnette slipped from her seat, leaving her boys to bicker. The rhythmic chopping of Léandre’s knife was soothing, his skilled hands cutting almost perfectly equal pieces. She watched him for a few moments before looking up at him.
“Can I help you?” A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.
“No, two hands are enough.” Even in this moment his voice radiated kindness. Garnette nodded and returned her gaze to his hands. They were delicate, she knew the palms, paler than the rest of his hand, were soft and she so badly wanted to hold them.
Léandre leaned into her side. In the background Alexander and Caleb continued to chatter away over the sizzling of food.
Garnette leaned her head against his arm and closed her eyes, deeply at peace.