Saving Her

Chapter 58: Matthew

38 Weeks Pregnant
Jess is 17 Weeks Pregnant

The Next Morning:

Leo's POV:

I woke up on the lounge chair with Zayn, our legs tangled together. I gently peel myself away from him, sitting up and looking around. Nearly everyone else is still asleep in the chairs. I stand up, my head pounding with a hangover.

I make my way into the house, grabbing Advil and water. "Oh fuck me" I groan quietly when I drop them.

"That can always be arranged, Amante" Audrey chuckles from behind me. I pick up the pills before swallowing them with a gulp of water.

"Hey, Tesoro. How'd you sleep?" I sigh, hugging her and kissing her head before opening the fridge and pulling ingredients to make breakfast; sausage, egg, cream, vegetables, the dough I made yesterday and a few other things from the cabinets.

"Fine" she shrugs.

I smile at her, washing my hands before grabbing a cutting board and the vegetables, and quickly dicing them before putting them in a bowl. I then move on to the sausage links. I slice into the casing; peeling it back, and scraping the meat out.

Audrey sits at the counter watching me.

I throw the sausage into a skillet, stirring it before adding in the vegetables. Sauteing them together with a ton of seasonings and spices.

Audrey, stands, moving to the fridge and grabbing some orange juice before sitting back out of my way. Luna and Daniel are the next to make an appearance, sitting at the counter next to Audrey.

"Oooh frittata?" Luna asks, leaning over to watch.

"Yeah, gonna make Cannolis for Audrey, since the girls don't like eggs, for whatever reason; also some Croissants" I nod

While I wait for those to finish I grab the bowl the veggies were just in and add the eggs, cream, and more seasonings, whisking them together. Once the sausage and veggies are soft I add cheese over the top before pouring the egg and cream mixture over it letting it cook on the stove for a bit before putting it into the preheated oven. Quickly moving everything into the dishwasher.

I then pull the dough over and flour the counter after washing my hands again. I roll the dough out and fold it in half, continuing those two steps over and over again until my grandmother whispers 'enough' from the grave to my soul.

I finish the last roll when Zayn and Matthew walk in. He smiles at me, walks over, and kisses my head as I clean the knife and begin cutting the dough into triangles. "You're cooking already?" He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. I glance at Matthew standing at the end of the counter.

"Yeah, I'm stress baking." I sigh, leaning my head against his as I start forming the rolls on a sprayed and lined baking sheet. Adding them to the oven with the frittata.

"Why?" He asks,

"Get out of my space, Zayn. Let me work. You know the rules." I chuckle shrugging him off me. He just smiles, moving back over to Matthew's side. I hide my scowl and continue working, mixing up the shells for the cannolis.

I turn the deep fryer on, adding more oil to it, before grabbing yet another bowl and mixing together powdered sugar, ricotta, and a few other things for the filling.

"Since you're all just gonna sit there and watch me, here." I sigh, handing them the containers of fruit. "I already washed them, you can cut them."

I sigh again, rolling the oval-shaped dough into shells. Dropping them into the oil.