>Mallory
"And… it's done!" I cheered as I sprinkled the last bit of cheese over the pasta. It wasn't anything fancy—just a quick version because it was already late—but it still smelled good. I smiled, nothing's going right today but at least I got to make dinner.
I set up the plates and utensils on the kitchen counter, lining everything up neatly. We always ate here instead of the dining table. With only three of us, the counter felt easier… cozier somehow.
I hoped they weren't too hungry yet.
I tugged off my apron, tossed it on its hook, and washed my hands carefully. Then I headed toward the living room, wiping my fingers on a towel as I called out, "Dinner's rea—"
The words died in my throat.
They were both sleeping peacefully.
