My Fallen Angel (bxb) ✔

Chapter 29 - The World to Me

Here is a picture of Kai's favourite chips! Incidentally these are also my favourite. ^^

Kai's POV

Raziel and I came downstairs a few minutes ago and my father insisted on cooking for us even though I'm almost certain that he doesn't know how to cook. Growing up, mom was always the one who prepared the food, while dad and I played trivia games in the kitchen to keep her company.

We used to be a close knit family. Every Saturday night, no matter what else was going on in our lives, we had designated father-son time. It was a sacred time where only dad and I would hang out. He used to build me a pillow fort and that turned into playing video games with me, when I got a bit older.

My parents were my rocks, but that all changed when my mother died. My dad started getting more and more distant and I didn't have the courage to tell him how miserable I was. I simply hid my feelings and pretended to be alright, replying with an enthusiastic 'I'm good, dad' followed by a question about his work. A topic that I knew was safe and wouldn't cause him any more grief.

"I think I burnt the rice," my dad says, pulling me from my thoughts. He scratches the back of his head with a deep frown on his face.

"It can't be that bad," I chirp as I smile up at him before pulling the plate closer to me. Raziel leans towards the food to get a better look at the burnt, sorry excuse for fried rice. How do you mess up fried rice!

Raziel furrows his eyebrows and whispers in my ear, "is this edible?"

Unfortunately, my father hears him and he is immediately flustered. "Does it really look that bad. I shouldn't have tried to cook! My fried rice has come out good a few times, I thought I had gotten the hang of it!" As my father is speaking, he drags the plate away from us. "Let me try making something else!" He finishes and turns around to head back to the kitchen.

From the corner of my eye, I see Raziel grimace and I giggle at the look of horror on his face. "No, I'll make it." I swear I hear Raziel sigh in relief and a smile spreads across my face. My dad returns to the table and sits back down with a defeated sigh.

I head to the kitchen and Raziel follows, bringing the plates with him. About forty five minutes later I put three plates of fried rice on the table. "Now this looks yummy," Raziel says, licking his lips in anticipation. I giggle as I watch my angel dig into the food and moan once the rice enters his mouth. "This is delicious!" Raziel exclaims before shoving another forkful into his mouth. His eyes fluster close in delight and a small smile appears on his face.

"Wow, he wasn't joking! This is great!" My father exclaims while nodding in agreement. My chest swells with pride at his words and I break into a smile. "How did you learn to cook so well?" My dad marvels and my face instantly falls.

Before I'm sucked back into memories of me being alone and fending for myself, I feel a reassuring squeeze on my hand. I turn to the side to find that Raziel has abandoned his food and is staring at me with a soft smile.

The look in his eyes assures me that I'll never be alone again. He smiles before kissing the back of my hand causing me to grin in return. Raziel picks back up his fork and resumes eating but continues to hold my hand under the table. We spend the rest of dinner with my father trying to subtly question us about our relationship.

"Raziel, do you think we can have a moment alone?" My father asks, shortly after we finish our meal.

I nod at Raziel who is giving me a quizzical look. Upon seeing that I don't mind being alone with my father, he ruffles my hair and whispers, "I'll be upstairs if you need me."