Daddy Calls

eight

Chapter 8.
Ella's point of view

I woke up the next morning unable to remember my surroundings. Sitting myself up I quickly, I rubbed my eyes and stretched out letting a small squeal slip from my mouth as I did so. Finally once I was relaxed I took in everything around me and realised I was in Harry's room. I grinned largely and let my shoulders relax, I tucked a few strands of hair from my face behind my ears. 

That's when I quickly noticed the spot next to me was empty, but was definitely used. I didn't even notice him jump in bed with me, or notice that he was there with me all night. I must of been really tired. 

With quick feet, I walked down the hall peeking into Sydney and Conner's rooms to see them both up and out of their beds. Their beds both remand unmade with clothes thrown onto the floor and piles of toys tossed throughout the play areas. 

Shaking my head at the state of the rooms, I walked over to the stairs making my way down  slowly. Once I approached the bottom of the stairs I heard faint laughter coming from the kitchen. The television was turned on with cartoons playing on it but neither of the children sat in front of it. 

By the time I had reached the kitchen I had the largest smile on my face from the view in front of me. Harry was dancing in front of the two, showing off his pancake in the frying pan. They were both laughing and crying out 'daddy stop' as he continued to pretend taht he was going to toss them in the air. 

I decided to interrupt their moment by slowly walking into the kitchen.  All three heads turned in my direction and all three never lost their smiles. I walked in between Syd and Con putting my arms around them both and looked down at their plates.  On the plates laid a few burnt pancakes with a awful amount of maple syrup. 

"Wow, daddy's not the best cook is he?" I smirked up at Harry, but noticed the smile dial down from his face. He turned around facing the stove once again. I quickly felt embarrassed for making him upset for calling him a 'bad' cook. I added onto my statement, "But he did a great job at trying." I tried smiling again hoping he would turn around, but he didn't. Both of the children laughed out and started to copy what I said to their father. 

Finally I saw a small smile form onto his face when he looked over his shoulder. Sydney held her fork out to let me try, Harry watched me try the pancake from her fork with an eyebrow raised, 'Not bad' I complimented. 

I left Syd and Conner so finish eating and walked over to Harry. I leaned my back on the bench next to the stove and watched him finish off the last few in the batch. I kept my eyes down for a while not looking up at him, he did the same. 

"Morning." I finally whispered.

"Morning El." He said finally looked over to me. Once our eyes locked I felt butterflies in my stomach and I wanted to squeal out. Memories flooded my mind making me smile wider. Gosh, the memories made me want to dance around the kitchen.

Harry turned his head over and saw both the kids watching the tv that was behind them, forgetting the food in front of them both. In the small amount of time he leaned over and kissed me, it was a small quick kiss but it meant a lot to me. 

Harry finally grinned back now facing the stove getting the rest of the pancakes off into a container. 

"I'm not that bad of a cook." He said after a few minutes of silence. "I'll make you an actual meal one night, you'll be very surprised." He continued. A meal? He wanted to cook me a meal, now that made me feel like one lucky girl. 

No one had offered to cook a meal for me before. It sounded like a great idea actually. I wonder what he used to cook for Madison. Oh god Madison, poor Madison. She must still be thinking about her husband and she doesn't even know what he is doing. What I'm doing.