Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205

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“Wife!!!!” the kids screamed in unison. There was a cluster of emotion in this pack of cute chaos. Some were costatic sor had dreamy eyes, but through the cacophony of celebration. I noticed one girl behind the pack. Her lips were puckered then she bit them as her eyes turned glassy. She was looking straight at me, anger brewing in her pretty blue eyes

I can hear her huff as she stomps her feet, walking back to the swing with her hands clenched.

I looked up and noticed the lady in a white shirt. She’s got that look where she understands why that child had a differen reaction, and she was asking me to understand.

“Yes, she’s my wife,” Beckett said proudly and placed his hand on top of my shoulder, gently squeezing. “And she makes best pasta in the world!”

The kids‘ eyes became dreamy. The girl in the yellow shirt didn’t hesitate and grabbed my hand once again, dragging me away from Beckett.

“Come on, I’ll show you the kitchen!” she yelled, as if she had made the decision that I would be cooking for them. and n adults around could stop her from making me do so.

The lady in a white shirt approached the kids then. She told them to let Shay show me the kitchen and to go back to the playground since their recess would be over soon.

I suppose Shay is the girl in the yellow shirt because nobody else followed us as we skirted the side of the mansion and entered through the back door, where the kitchen was.

“So I’m cooking,” I murmured, looking around the kitchen.

The kitchen was massive, with three stovetops, long counters on each side, and two huge wooden tables in the middle eac with long benches. There was a freezer and fridge, then a pantry across it.

“I can help,” Shay piped in. “I am the kitchen help here,” she pulled out a small stool, stepping on it as she opened the kitchen cabinet above the counter.

I rushed to help her, afraid that she might fall. “Careful,” I hushed, holding her on the shoulder.

“I can do it,” her smile was big as she reached for the box of pasta. Four kilos of pasta to be exact.

“Alright,” I giggled, letting her do her thing. She said she was the kitchen help, and she showed me why She ke ingredients for spaghetti. She even had fresh tomatoes on the table a few moments later

“You can cook?” I asked as she handed me an apron. I accepted it and wore it as I watched her small binds ta ribbon on her lower back.

“I watched, Shay said as she handed me a knite It’s like I was the one who was gonna behp her the kinfe just yet”

Thummed, anesmerized as she used the uny chan to put the huge pot on the stove telling it with water and err

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1 blinked at her suppressing a smile because she had a serious look on her face. “Oh. sorry My name is Andrea burvise call me Andi.”

“Andi.” she sampled my name. “That’s a boy’s name. I don’t like it.”

I focused on slicing the tomatoes because I felt like I would cut myself with her honesty. I’d put Shay around seven to eigt years old. She’s got curls tied in a low ponytail, and some strands have escaped her scrunchies. Her blue eyes were big and bright, and her skin had a perfect tan from time spent in the sun.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because Andi is a bully. He’s always pulling on my hair in class, and I get scolded for yelling at him to stop,” she murmure sweet lips pouting.

“Oh, is Andi here too?” she nods. “Then just call me Andrea,” I suggested, and her smile was big when I said that. “How old are you, Shay?” I was curious.

“I’m turning eight in-” she looked up at the ceiling as she counted the months before her birthday. “Ohh, twelve weeks”

“Wow… that’s nice,” I hushed. “What are your plans for your birthday?”

“Plans?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Are you gonna have a party?” I asked.

She shook her head. “We don’t get parties here. But we have cake for dinner, and everyone sings Happy Birthday before yo blow out your candle.”

“Everyone?” My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for her to explain. This house looked like a boarding school, but eve students go home for their birthday, right?

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