#Chapter 96: Domesticated

Ella I couldn’t help but laugh at Alexander’s declaration about cooking all of my meals. The man who had barely shared a meal with me, let alone set foot in our kitchen during our entire five-year marriage, was now planning to become my personal chef for the remainder of my pregnancy. “Alexander,” I blurted out, “When was the last time you actually cooked something?” He paused in the doorway, one hand on the frame. There was no hiding the way the tips of his ears reddened slightly. “Define… cooking.” “Making food. From scratch. With ingredients.” “Well…” He ran a hand through his red hair, looking almost sheepish. “I can make coffee. And toast.” “Toast.” “Really good toast,” he insisted, which only made me laugh harder. “Alexander, you don’t have to do this. Lilith can keep cooking for me, and we’ll just figure out where the mercury came from—” “No.” The intensity in his voice took me by surprise. “I need to do this, Ella. I need to