My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 210

Evelyn

Sunlight filtered through the small gap between the curtains, landing softly on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, determined not to wake up, but it only lasted a moment before I gave in. Panic shot through every one of my veins as I opened my eyes and saw the empty space beside me.

Sitting up hurriedly, I scanned the room.

Did he not come home last night?

I slipped on my slippers, ready to search for him, when a realization stopped me in my tracks. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, waiting for him. Yet here I was, waking up in bed. The memory hit me then—his strong arms carrying me to bed, his warmth enveloping me as he held me close.

I stepped out of the bedroom, my ears catching the soft clatter of utensils. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I found him there, cooking breakfast.

A sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. He stood at the stove, relaxed and focused, as if the weight of our troubles didn't exist. As if we didn't have a situation to handle. As if we both weren't walking on thin ice.

I wished he didn't make things harder because, for me, it was already tough enough.

I walked up behind him and gently wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his back. Another sigh slipped past my lips as I held him tightly.

He was here. Solid. Real.

That was all that mattered.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice warm and steady, as he flipped the bacon sizzling in the pan.

"Good morning," I whispered, letting the peace of the moment wash over me as I rested my cheek against him.

He turned off the stove and faced me, "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I said, a small smile curling my lips. For once, there was no anger or worry in his gaze—just calm. It was enough to soothe the turmoil in my heart. "You know," I added playfully, "seeing you like this makes me feel like I've won the lottery."

He chuckled, smirking. "What, because I can fry bacon without setting off the fire alarm?"

"That," I teased, "and because you look good doing it."

"Flattery will get you an extra slice," he said, brushing a strand of messy hair from my face before pressing a kiss to my nose.

"Just one?" I pouted, tightening my arms around him. "I think I deserve at least two for being your taste tester today."

He leaned back slightly, tilting his head to study me with an amused glint in his eyes. "Done. But you better pay me for this labor."

"Not happening," I laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "So, Chef Adriano, what's on the menu today?"

He turned back to plate the bacon but glanced over his shoulder, his eyes playful and warm. "Breakfast first, then maybe a walk by the lake. After that..." He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "We just see where the day takes us."

His words wrapped around me like a soft blanket, soothing the ache in my chest. Maybe we'd finally moved past the argument. "Sounds perfect," I said, a small, hopeful smile tugging at my lips.

Jacob stepped closer and leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "With you, it always is," he murmured.

As he pulled back, I caught his gaze, the question I'd been suppressing tumbling out before I could stop it. "Are you not mad at me anymore?"

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