Really Sang?

Dinner

Diner was a loud affair involving nearly all the boys in a kitchen meant for a maximum of five people.

I was in charge tonight, but it really all depended on what we were cooking and who got there first.

I liked it when North and Luke cooked, the former would sometimes make more exotic foods than I was used to; things that were old recipes from Greece or a piece of international cuisine that he had liked as a kid traveling with his father. Luke, on the other hand, was an enigma when it came to food as he switched from being a new age experimental chef to a southern style cook at the drop of a hat.

Both of them found subtle ways to express themselves through food, North was used richer spices than Luke, things like cumin and bay leaves were frequently added to his protein based meals, while Luke preferred to use brown sugar, vanilla, and hint of cinnamon in everything from pancakes to pot roast. I thought the pair were fantastic chefs, despite their differences. It was easy to see how much they enjoyed being together, but not just them. All the boys liked being together at once and my favorite part of the week was being with them, being together.

I loved being in the kitchen surrounded by my boys and

I loved listening to North bark at Luke that he was putting too much sugar or chocolate in the desert, and watching him sneak it in anyways.

I loved hearing Gabriel curse whenever I refused to let him taste test the homemade rolls or aromatic soups and catching Luke, Sean, and him sample it anyways.

I loved my boys more than family should.

"Sang, watch out!" North bellowed, glaring at the space behind me. I scooted forward like I'd been scorched, which was a real possibility as I stood in across from the oven. Glancing back, I saw Luke pulling out a bubbling cheese covered lasagna and backing out of the oven carefully, looking at North with annoyance.

I let out a huff, crossed my arms and stood in front of chopping board, daring him to make me move. North and I still had issues about safety, or more specifically my safety. I secretly hoped that he would never changed. As much as I pretended to hate it, I knew that I liked it when North told me to be safer- the only downside is that he knew it too.

I was about to say something in protest to him when the familiar crunch of gravel crackled from the end of Uncle's drive- Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green were here.

A big smug smile spread across my face, knowing that he wouldn't dare make me give up my post when the big guns would back me up, especially on eggplant and sausage lasagna night.

North seemed confused about my sudden change until the sound hit his ears a few seconds later; he frowned, and then, too quick for me to defend chopped a muscled arm behind my knees and caught me just as quick molding me into bridal style against his chest.

Gabriel, Nathan, and Silas, who had been watching the standoff with interest, tried to curb their laughter at my stunned face. They failed.

"It's alright Aggele Mou, you and I will get him back during dessert." Silas stage whispered after North deposited me next to an amused Kota who was systematically layering tarts on the granite counter top.

North turned and gave Silas the finger at his words before going to finish the partially chopped cucumbers.

"Thanks Superman." I whispered back as I wrapped my arms around his neck so I could kiss his cheek.

The second my lips touched his skin there was total silence in the kitchen, but the only thing I could see was Silas's big brown eyes that gazed soulfully into mine.

"Anything for you Aggele." he said in a hoarse tone. My head cocked to the side of its own accord as I tried to figure out why he sounded off. I hoped that he wasn't getting sick.