Still Stuck Out in the Same Old Storm ~ sokeefe story

Chapter 42

Edaline P.O.V

"Grady! I'm heading inside to whip up some lunch!" I holler, making my way back towards the house.

"Sure thing, Eda. Just make sure that boy isn't up to any trouble."

I can't help but roll my eyes at my husband. He has a soft spot for Keefe now and really thinks of him as a son. But some things never change.

As I reach the door, I freeze at the sound of Sophie's scream. My heart skips a beat, but the following burst of laughter reassures me in an instant.

With cautious steps, I make my way to the kitchen, the source of all the commotion. And there they are, Sophie and Keefe, surrounded by a mess of ingredients.

"Keefe." Sophie manages to choke out between laughs. "Stop."

"Stop." Keefe says loudly, overexaggerating the word, and probably regretting it when he inhales the flour still floating in the air.

Sophie only laughs harder as his coughing fit gets worse.

"How *cough* dare you! Laugh at *cough* my pain." He exclaims dramatically, barely able to get the words out.

"I'm sorry." Her loud laughter settles into softer giggles as she gently rubs his back.

"We gotta clean this up before they come back up."

"I think you should have to do it Foster, for laughing as Keefe Sencen, the love of your life, died right in front of you."

"I think you both need to clean up." I butt in.

Their heads turn to look at me, standing in the doorway.

"Sorry mom..." Sophie blurts out, turning a bright fuschia colour.

"Sorry Edaline. We were just trying to make you and Grady lunch." Keefe says, jumping in to rescue Sophie.

My heart melts at their kindness. "Awww, that's so sweet of you guys." I cross my arms "you're still cleaning this up though."

"Of course mom." Sophie sighs.

As they start cleaning the very messy kitchen, I peeked in the oven window at the very deformed looking custard bursts they had attempted to pull off.

But it doesn't matter if they're not perfect, because they made them together and I know they were made with love.

And when we all sat down a couple minutes later to eat them, it was safe to say they were the worst, most disgusting tasting pieces of gunk I had ever attempted to put in my mouth, and I was definitely eating my own words, they were absolute garbage.

I don't know what they put in them, but I don't think it was love. Or the right ingredients.

But as laughter echoed around our kitchen and teasing comments were made, I don't think I would change a thing.