Harmony in Chaos (AdamXLute)

Chapter 30

AN/ I'm SO sorry for not updating it!! The last few months of my life have been hectic! I know I used to be consistent, but this fic has taken a back seat. Idk when the next update will be. I'll be in Europe the next few weeks so who knows :/

Ps Sorry if there are mistakes I wanted to post this ASAP

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Thanksgiving was here. It was somehow already the third week in November. Michael and Gabriel were going to be at Adam's house for Thanksgiving. Their father had some business thing to attend to. No one was particularly sad; it was expected at this point. Adam was cooking like he was in the Navy. "Where's the nutmeg?!" Adam shouted from the Kitchen. His voice sounded urgent.

Lute was watching TV in the living room. It was only Sunday, and Adam was acting like Thanksgiving was tomorrow. Hell he was acting like the end times were upon him. "What is nutmeg?" Lute yelled back.

"Never mind, I found it," Adam shouted and continued to cook. "Lute, come here!" Adam yelled again. "I need help!"

Lute rolled her eyes and sank into the couch. Adam was the worst right now. Ever since he found out he was hosting Thanksgiving, he had turned into a monster. He started making dishes to practice for the real thing. He was currently making a Sweet Potato Casserole.

"LUTE!" He screeched. "I can't do this!"

Lute clenched her jaw. She exhaled and slowly exhaled like Peter taught her. She stood up and walked into the batte. "Yes." She looked at the kitchen. It looked like the aftermath of World War 2.

Adam slammed a basket of squash in front of her. "I need you to cut these." He handed her a knife. He had his apron on and was covered in food. His hair was disheveled. He walked over to a bowl and started to aggressively mix. He could easily be a mixer, he was mixing so hard.

Luet started to cut the squash. "Are you like alright?' She looked at Adam. She had never seen him this on edge. "Do you need pills or something?"

"I need a personal chef." Adam aggressively mixed. "And pills." He slammed the bowl down. "I'm just so stressed," he said, looking at Lute. He rubbed his forehead. "What if I mess up? What if I kill my siblings because I under cooked the turkey? What if everyone has food poisoning and clogs the toilet? These stupid what ifs keep running through my head."

"Okay, well, what if to goes well?" Lute told him. "Peter tells me to look at the good what ifs. What if it's so great that they want to come over again?" Lute hated how she took that advice. It worked. It was almost like therapy worked for her.

"Like hell I'm EVER doing this again." Adam snapped. He bent over and checked the temperature of the sweet potato casserole in the oven. He slammed the oven door shut. "It's just Eve always did this shit." he whispered. "She was good at it." The holidays were going to be tough.

"We'll be better than her," Lute told him. "Be so good at Thanksgiving, you won't think of her again. Just think of it as a casual dinner. Don't think about it as a holiday." Lute had never really celebrated the holidays. She had spent a few Thanksgivings with Vaggie's family and hated it. She hated how they would all go around the table and say what they were thankful for. Lute wasn't thankful for anything in her life. Why should she be?

"True." Adam washed his hands. "I just want it to be perfect."

"You're going to make yourself nauseous if you want it to be perfect," Lute told him. "Why don't you take a break? Let's watch some trashy reality TV."

Adam knew he needed to walk away. "Okay," He cleaned up a little and joined Lute on the couch.

They started to watch 90 Day Fiancé Before the 90 Days. Watching Americans go to third-world countries, not understanding that it is, in fact, a third-world country, was entertaining. The show helped Adam unwind a little. He was glad Lute talked him down the ledge. He was freaking out when his siblings asked if he could host. They were both too busy yet still wanted a Thanksgiving. Adam, not having anything else going on, agreed. He also wanted to prove to his siblings that he was doing great since the divorce.