The Culinary Massacre

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Mr.Husky pov again

I was in my shed butchering that kid from earlier. I'm so excited to go to the baby shower with Obama even if I wasn't his first choice.
I kind of had a squealing fit in my car after he asked me. I felt like a schoolgirl who had her first crush. I was finally done and fed a piece to my dog Quijas. I was thinking about what to make then it hit me. I'll make some nice meatballs and maybe even something to take to the baby shower.
I made some nice meatballs and added a nice tomato sauce with tomatoes from my garden. I liked gardening because it made me feel nice. I felt like a cottagecore bitch. Ok?! Maybe tomorrow I can ask what Cornelius' favorite meal is and can make it for them to bring. Even though I didn't like Cornelius I had to make a good impression of Obama.
I am currently so tired and I'm sitting at my kitchen table finishing my portion of what I made when I hear a knock at the door.
I don't even want to deal with this right now but they keep knocking.
I get up and slowly approach the door. I check through the peephole. Oh. It's Harry.
I open the door and let him in.
"Hey, sorry to show up unannounced but I left my wallet here last night." He said. He looked a bit worried but I would too if I didn't know where my wallet was.
"Yeah if it were anywhere it'd be in the...bedroom." I said feeling a bit embarrassed. I also felt a bit angry and sad. I get that he had to leave but is a note that hard. I still can't get over that disgusting feeling the morning after. I just wished he'd stayed, which is something I wouldn't have ever thought I would think.
"Y-yeah." He stammered as we started walking to the bedroom.
I opened the door and it was still on my nightstand. I never even noticed it.
"Oh thank God. I was scared I dropped it somewhere." He sighed. You could hear the relief in his voice.
We walked out and he was close to the door when I heard him mumble something.
"What?" I questioned not hearing him clearly.
"Whatever you're cooking." He started "smells really good." His hand was on the door knob at this point and I don't know what took over me but I suddenly blurted:
"Would you like some then?" He stopped completely. He then turned and looked at me: face pink.
"Yeah, yeah I'd really like that."