"Family matters? What's the latest family drama?" Charles' voice resonated through the phone.
Damien chuckled, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he skillfully chopped vegetables. "Nothing too exciting, just preparing some food for my father-in-law and the gang, keeping myself occupied."
Charles, on the other end, spluttered. "You... you're cooking?" he stammered. "Since when? But you told me you couldn't even boil water when I asked you to make dinner for Maeve!"
Damien flashed a teasing grin. "Nope, wife-only policy, just like your sister-only rule with cooking. You have hands and feet, buddy, so cook for your own lady."
He ended the call before Charles could respond.
On the other end, Charles stared at his phone, mouth agape. So Damien wasn't helpless in the kitchen. He was just pretending! Because Charles, with his perfectly capable hands and feet, should be cooking for his wife, Maeve. Damien might love his sister, but family ties didn't extend to the kitchen in his world, apparently!
"What did Dame say?" Maeve asked, concern furrowing her brow as she saw Charles's frown. She gently patted the little girl cradled in her arms.
"He said we'll talk later, he's busy." Charles turned to Maeve, frustration evident in his voice.
He continued, "You won't believe what he's 'busy' with! He's actually preparing a feast for Cherise and Beckham! The same guy who refused to cook me a simple pasta dish! I guess love triumphs over friendship for Damien, huh?"
Maeve leaned back, a smile playing on her lips. She gently patted her sleeping daughter with one hand and looked up at Charles with raised eyebrows. "Isn't that a good thing?"
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