Chapter 69

(Emily’s POV).

“Do you want me to help you?” I asked Laura as I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of garlic and herbs filling the air.

She was moving around gracefully, her sleeves rolled up, hands busy chopping vegetables, and the stovetop bubbling with what I assumed was her signature sauce.

Laura turned her head, giving me that warm, knowing smile.

"Are you sure Mike would be okay with that?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I thought he didn't allow you to get tired with all these activities."

I sighed softly, leaning against the counter for a moment.

“He’s protective, yes… a little too protective sometimes,” I admitted with a slight shake of my head. "But cooking? It’s hardly abnormal. I’ve missed being in the kitchen. I miss cooking for Mike.”

Laura chuckled, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her waist.

“Well, if you’re that eager to help, I won’t stop you.” She stepped aside slightly, gesturing to the cutting board. “Why don’t you chop the carrots? Yo