You made my heart Holt!

Chapter Four - Gams 'n' Yams🍖🍠

I was awoken sometime in the late morning by a ray of sunlight streaming in through the window. After getting my bearings and looking around, I saw that Georgia had vanished. Immediately my thoughts turned to what I must have done wrong.

As I Iay thinking about all of the reasons that she may have left me there alone, my nostrils were struck with the strong salty scent of something cooking. I rose up and tiptoed down the stairs barefoot to see Mrs Holt standing by the cooker wearing an apron (and only an apron) that read "kiss the cook!"

"Woah there!" Georgia cried "no need to sneak up on me like that y/n... I was going to surprise you."

"Surprise me? With what?"

"A cooked breakfast. I chose some of my best stock just for you."

That was when I noticed, the pan on the hob was filled to the brim with sizzling gammons.

"Oh my Georgia, you didn't need to do this just for me! It smells divine."

"It's not a problem babe," she stirred a spatula around the full pan, creating a burst of steam that filled the kitchen, "it's the least I could do after last night!"

"About that..." I began.

"We don't need to discuss it, babe. I shouldn't have tricked you like I did, but I hope you can forgive me - you're one hell of a gal." The truth is, nothing had actually happened between us after all. I had gone to sleep quickly, irritated with the ploy that had lead me into that feathered bed.

"I was hoping we'd get to know each other better over a hot meal - I always love to start the morning with a succulent gam!" She squatted to check the oven door below, squinting through the glass at a tray of sweet potatoes that were slowly beginning to brown.
"Gams and yams! Theres nothin' quite like it."

She then proceeded to clatter through her kitchen cabinets, eventually producing two plates and some cutlery before turning to me with a smirk.
"I'd say that these are almost ready to serve... but there is one condition."

"And what's that?" I replied. My mind wandered to the many things she might ask me to do.

"Kiss the cook!" She teased, pointing to her apron. I took a step towards her, struggling to hide my excitement as a smirk drew upon my lips. At this, she slowly began to undo the bow that kept her apron secure. However, we were soon interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, which put a quick stop to any potential shenanigans.

"Mom, it's me!" A deep voice cried.

"Oh shit," laughed Georgia, heading towards the stairs, "I'd better put on some pants!"