{𝕰𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕋.ℝ}

Chapter 40

I'm sorry too

Azazel made her way into the kitchen to find the group of snakes gathered and talking in hushed tones and laughing to themselves. Tom was making himself a drink.

A drink?! He doesn't drink.

She shook her head and frowned. She doesn't care about what he does. It hurt just seeing him. But she was here for something more important than him and his irritating face.

"Ad" she called out to the boy who was busy making his boyfriend blush. He looked up at her and gestured for her to come further in and she smiled before walking closer to the group.

"I am hungry." She said and he smiled. "Azazel Bellum. Are you serious? It's been only an hour since we had lunch!" Christopher exclaimed. He had always been amazed by her food obsession and how much she ate.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not talk about how a girl eats!" Azazel frowned and flicked his forehead.

"Don't mind him. What do you want? I can ask for the house elves to make anything." Adélard said sweetly and Azazel turned to him. She smiled brightly and nodded happily but the smile dropped.

She wanted to do something but didn't know if they would agree to it. She bit her lower lip and looked at all of them.

"Can we all cook?" She asked and they frowned. "Cook? Them?" Abraxas laughed and gestured at the others who clearly did not know how to cook. "You think these spoiled brats can cook?" Abraxas laughed harder and the others only glared at him.

"Well, you know how to cook." Tom chipped in while gulping down his drink. This was the first time he had ever engaged in their mindless conversations and it had to be of him calling Abraxas a spoiled brat.

Azazel couldn't help the snicker that escaped her lips but immediately stopped smiling and realised it was him who had said that.

"Shut up Riddle." Abraxas rolled his eyes, a fond smile taking over his golden features. "What do you want to cook? We can surely cook a meal. Can't we guys?" Adélard tried and encouraged the others and they eventually nodded.

"Anything. We can cook anything as long as we do it together!" Azazel clapped her hands happily and bounced lightly. Adélard smiled at her and ruffled her hair. "Fine. Anything you want love."

He had been extra caring towards her ever since the pregnancy news was announced. Whatever it was, before she could say 'I want' he already brought it to her. Azazel was starting to love this boy more day by day. It felt good. It felt good to have someone close to family, a brother who cared immensely about you and went out of his way to get you what you wanted.

"What do you say we make some snacks? Cupcakes and juice?" He suggested and Azazel's eyes became so bright and big she almost resembled the sun.

"Omg! I love you Ad!" She exclaimed and he chuckled before ushering everyone to get to work.

It took a total of fifteen minutes for them to collect everything they needed to bake and they settled it all on the counter.

Azazel couldn't help but let her eyes wander to a certain someone who kept staring at her while drinking his whiskey in a corner.

"Okay. Now, Azazel, you and Christopher do the flour. Nott and Valerie get the fruits ready for juice. Raphaël and I will make the frosting. Abraxas, just make sure none of us mess up." Adélard said and did a silent prayer before starting his work with his boyfriend. Abraxas watched over everyone while having small conversations with Tom here and there.