Chapter 192: A moment with his mom
Mia's POV
"It's you Mia, I just have that feeling"
Now it's back on me and she seems enlivened by my words earlier.
I rolled my eyes and then faced her.
"Is there anything I need to know about Bryan, I'm sorry if I sound awkward but..."
"Hey, it's okay, at least you're getting married to this family, you need to know more about us and Bryan"
I began to wash the veggies and other ingredients that were needed to be cleaned while she moved to get some pots.
I didn't want her to see me as though I was curious to learn more about them but my ears were keen and eager to know more.
"Gosh, he only buys these things for fancy and that's because I requested them" she complains switching topics.
I nodded and crossed my arms.
"That's very bad of him but be rest assured, i'd handle him for you that everyday, he'd buzz you with calls that before we get married..." I paused and faced her as she blinked at me.
"If we get married, I'm sorry, you won't be getting much calls again because it would be me time"
She was quiet, fluttering her eyes at me that for a moment, I felt I screwed up big time.
I almost said a word when she burst into laughter and then shook her head.
"That's crazy but as long as I can visit, I'm okay with that"
I stared at her shyly and then exhaled deeply.
"Deal Mrs Wilson"
"Okay Mrs Bryan"
We both chuckled as I covered my mouth. I've really not be called Mrs by anyone and hearing it sounds enthralling in my ear.
There was silence between us as we were busy trying to set up the kitchen to cook.
I took a spatula and placed it close to my mouth while clearing my throat to draw her attention.
"So ladies and gentlemen, this is going to be a cooking contest between Mrs Wilson and Mrs Bryan" I announced like a moderator and she threw her face at me baffled and then shrugged.
I cleared my throat and then faced her properly.
"Mrs Wilson, I think you should quit because I believe I can win you in this" I boasted blinking my eyes at her.
She took a big spoon and placed it close to her mouth.
"What do you think Mrs Bryan? Are you up for the challenge against the greatest chef?"
I scoffed and flung my hair to the bag.
"Challenge accepted" I snapped fuming at her and I could see she was trying to hide her laughter.
"Okay, daughter in law, let's see who wins this!" she roared taking out the beef to wash in the sink while I began to chop the veggies and potatoes.
"We have limited time too" I added hurrying to keep up to time as we made it seem like a competition indeed, pumping into each other, laughing, wasting ingredients, get bath in flour and screaming at the time like it would obey us.
It was chaotic here but then fun.
"What the fuck is happening to my kitchen?" Caleb's voice suddenly came in and we froze.
When did he come back? I could see he was wearing a track suit. He was sweaty, holding a water bottle and panting softly.
He folded his arms, curious and his muscles rippled, it moved in such a way that I stopped breathing.
He was enticing in that outfit. Everything fits him and I couldn't help but stare.
I thought he went for work but it turns out he...went for some morning drill.
His mother's face had gone pale as she took a glimpse at me.
"Well, audience, give an applause to the judge, he came in at the right time" i proclaimed just as a moderator also.
His mother clapped and Caleb ducked his head at me.
"Ladies stop and mom, I told not to stress yourself coming over to cook for me, can't you just listen to me?" He muttered intending to come closer to us but I ran from behind the counter and obstructed him.
I didn't like how devastated he had made her look when all she wants is to pamper him.
I can't blame her, she sees him as her lost son and would want to give all the love she can.
I held his hand and gestured to him to let her.
"Judge, you'd sit down and chose who is the best and if you don't we are kicking you out of the show" I uttered trying to concentrate because he was a distraction himself.
I didn't even want to leave his hand.
"Argh, Mia, stop making her do this..."
"Sit Bryan or you'd never hear from me again" I ordered in between my teeth.
He heaved a sigh as I glared at him. He shoved me gently aside and then pulled a frown.
I thought he'd further his words in persuading his mom to discontinue what she was doing.
He threw his hands in the air and then scoffed.
"So as the judge, what do I do?" He asked and she smiled softly.
"Well, just sit and taste, then give the perfect score" his mom advocates and he let out an upside down smile.
I rushed to where she was to continue whatever I was doing which of course was cooking.
"Wow and you guys are making a mess with my kitchen!" He complains in a low menacing tone.
"It's a competition" we both yelled at him that I saw him shudder. He was talking about the kitchen when we saw this challenge as though our lives depended on it.
"Okay okay, I get it" he muttered and then eyed me before moving over to the dining table which was an extension from the kitchen.
He sat upright, just staring and I got confused that I almost poured the chowder in my hand on his mother.
He grinned at me and I glared at him. At last we were done and began to serve him.
Literally, we prepared a feast for him to taste and his jaw dropped.
"This looks like a suicide mission" he began puzzled over what to taste, we didn't even differentiate our cookings.
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