Onward And Sideways (Completed.)

Chapter 3

I cook for all of us most nights now. Me or Sam. My favorite is when we cook together. I don't know when we all kind of decided to have dinner together at least 3 nights a week, even if we barely talk because we have work stuff to do. But I'm glad.

Tonight we have some friends over (well, I guess technicaly the boys do, we're at their place). Sam and I made lasagna, and a lot of it. Two pans (I brought mine over for the occasion.) Not because we are having a lot of people over, but because most of them are growing boys. Also a big bowl of salad, and I made cheesy garlic bread, also from scratch, because I was bored last night and had some bread mix, so I made 2 loves instead of buying them.

I made a bunch of brownies this morning, and brought them over. Currently I am trying to ward boys off of them with a spoon until after dinner.

"Now you just put the mozzeralla on top, and pop them in the oven" I tell Sam as I put the garlic bread in to melt the butter and cheese.

"Aw, your girl teaching you how to cook?" One of their friends says, coming up behind us and trying to sneak a brownie.

I swing around and shoo him off with a spatula.

"Oy, off the brownies." I say as I wave the spatula in some sort of cheer rutine to keep him off.

"And he is perfectly capable of cooking on his own, I'm just showing him this one thing." I say. "He teaches me new stuff all the time." I toss over my shoulder as I set the timer.

"Oh, I just bet he does." He says with an eyebrow wiggle.

I spin around with a battle ready look, I'm sure, and Sam puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Dude, not cool. Drop it" he talks to his friend over my head.

He hold his hands up. "Alright, fine. You guys are no fun." He walks away to rejoin the conversation in the living room.

He looks me in the eye. "Calm down, don't pay any attention to him." He says in a calm voice.

I start to open my mouth to respond, but the timer goes off. I sigh.

"Alright guys, dinner's ready!" I call over the din, and the boys all hop up and crowd the kitchen doorway.

I pull the bread out of the oven as Sam grabs plates and stuff, then we serve everybody.

We all crowd around the table and the living room, and dig in.
Everybody loves the lasagna.

"Ohhh, my gosh" Lucy groans. "See, this, this is why you should be a mom. My mom. Feed me." She says. I laugh.

"Wait, I thought she was my mom." Colby jokes, refering to the shopping incident.

I sigh damaticly, setting my fork down. "I didn't want you to find out this way. Yes, you are both my children. I have two families." I say.

Everyone mock gasps.

"Is Sam even my dad?" Colby demands.

"Of coarse he's your father. Lucy, on the other hand." I pause for dramatic effect.
The whole room has stopped to hear this exchange. I look dramaticly into the ditance, as if recalling a painfull memory.

"He was a traveling trampoline sales man. He wooed me with tales of his days in the circus, and his extensive knowladge of Doctor Who."

Sam snortes and smiles, looking away. That starts us all off.

"You would be attracted to a Doctor Who fan." Lucy says. "Or anybody with extensive knowlage about anything. You like smart people."

"Well excuse me, intellagent conversation is a turn on" I say, my ears heating up.