Del checked on the kids who were still asleep. It would be snack time soon, and then they should make dinner. He couldn’t wait to cook with Abigail again. They’d always been in the kitchen together ever since she was little. It might not have been her passion in life, but she loved to help and enjoyed when he explained to her why something tasted good with something else.
“Why do you look weird?” Abigail asked as she joined him in the kitchen after a while.
“I just realized that I’ve technically done the whole ‘explaining to kids how to cook’ thing before.”
“Oh?” She pointed at the fridge. “Can I grab a drink?”
“Yeah, can you get the apple juice out for the kids, too? And I did it before with you when you were little. Every time we were in the same house, we cooked together.”
Abigail quite obviously thought back as she handled the drinks. “Yeah, I think I remember that. We even made something in this kitchen when great-grandma was alive, didn’t we?”