Chapter 47: If you need help, asking will not hurt.
When Dominic arrived in the kitchen, Heaven was already making something. She had her hair in a high, messy bun and an apron on her front. He folded his arm under his chest, leaning his side against the jamb of the entrance, eyes on his wife.
Heaven was humming while chopping something.
’Miriam did say she had been in the kitchen,’ he recalled, studying how efficient Heaven was with the knife. ’I doubted it, but it seemed Miriam wasn’t lying. Had she always liked cooking?’
Strange as it may sound, even though Heaven and Dominic were married for five years, they almost knew nothing about each other. Although, unlike her, Dominic still has an idea about her favorites and dislikes. He married a stranger, but that didn’t mean he had to keep her as a stranger since she was carrying their son.
’Did I miss it?’ he wondered, recalling all the information he knew about Heaven. If his memory served right, Heaven didn’t know how to cook. She could make simple meals, but that was it.
Heaven might have had a humble beginning, but her father loved her so much that he was also a mother to her. He treated her like a princess, and because of that, Heaven barely know how to do simple chores like cooking.
"Eh? You still came?" Dominic’s train of thought halted as soon as her voice caressed his ear.
He snapped his eyes up, seeing that she was looking in his direction.
"I was wondering if this was a way to escape," he remarked, unfolding his arms before marching toward the counter. "Before I jump to any conclusion, I came to check."
Dominic bent over and rested his arms against the counter. "Was it the right decision?"
"Geez. Did you think I was lying when I said I was hungry?" Heaven clicked her tongue. "I’m not trying to escape. If there’s someone who should, that should be you."