85 Commotion In The Kitchen

Ronan

As soon as I walked through the door, I was greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of delicious food.

The familiar scents of spices and simmering dishes wrapped around me, instantly lifting the heavy burden of anxiety and uncertainty that had clung to me all day at work.

It was like a comforting embrace, melting away my stress and replacing it with a soothing warmth. I couldn’t help but wonder what Camila was cooking—whatever it was, it smelled divine.

I carefully placed the items I was carrying on the couch in the living room and decided to check on Katya before heading to the kitchen.

As I opened the door to her room, a wave of tenderness washed over me. There she was, sleeping peacefully in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.

She must have played so hard today that she was utterly worn out. Seeing her like that filled me with a deep sense of contentment.

With a soft smile, I left her room and made my way toward the kitchen.

As I approached, I could