The Lost Touch

Chapter 20- Flour fight

I knocked on the door. No response. I knocked again and a bit louder.

"Coming!"

He opened the door after a few seconds.

"Jeez, women! So eager to enter my house," he said, ruffling his blonde hair which were a little wet.

"What took you so long?" I asked annoyed, because almost every time, he opens the door on the 3rd or 4th knock.

"Wouldn't want to see me in my boxers now would you?" he asks with a smirk.

"Never!"

"Come in!"

We both went inside. There was a girl lying on the sofa. She was sleeping peacefully. I looked at her and immediately recognized her as Lorelie.

"That's Lorelie," Ryder said before I could ask anything.

"How old is she again?" I asked.

"10, soon will be 11. But she'll always be 5 for me," he said with love in his eyes while looking at Lorelie. He does love her a lot, even a blind could see it or rather sense it.

"I'll go and put her in her bedroom," he said, picking her up in bridal style.

"Okay," I replied, sitting on the couch and searching for a few ideas for our project.

Soon after he left, his phone started ringing. Not wanting the last incident to repeat itself, I did not pick it up. It rang again. Must be urgent. So I took it and started finding both of them. They were sleeping on a bed in a small comfy room colored blue everywhere.

I stopped in my tracks to see both of them.

"I love you, Eli!"

"I love you too my little princess." Just after he finished this statement, Lorelie's eyes closed and water started pouring down from Ryder's eyes. That's a first. I didn't want to invade his privacy so I knocked on the door before coming in his sight. He quickly wiped his face.

"I was just coming-"

"Someone called you 3 times so I thought it might be urgent so..."

"Who was it?" he asked, coming towards the door.

"Someone you saved as L.D."

As soon as he heard L.D., he grabbed the phone from me and started calling him back again.

I told him "I'll be downstairs." and escaped.

Loreile was very cute. Yeah, she seemed to be skinny but was adorable with the same blonde hair as Ryder's.

I paced around the kitchen peeping here and there into drawers to become more familiar. He had already kept the basic utensils ready. Soon he came downstairs, skipping two stairs at once. Once an idiot, always an idiot!

"So what are we making which has 3 flavors?" I asked.

"Obviously it's a Neapolitan cake. Is it even a question?" he said blandly assembling ingredients.

"Noooo....." I replied thinking hard of a unique recipe.

"Yesssssss......".

"Almost everyone in the class will make that. I want to make something unique."

"Oh yeah! And what might it be?" he said, plastering a grin.

"God has given me a brain, not a computer. Oh! How will you know, as you got neither of them." For the last 15 minutes, we've been debating on what to make. Not actually debating, but just a yes no kind of fight.