Chapter 325 Martin's Blunder
There was Patricia, was leaning against the doorframe in her pajamas, shaking with laughter.
Martin blushed to the tips of his ears, wondering just how much she had seen. "When did you get here?"
Patricia didn't spare him any dignity, laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
"I've been here since Ryan started that video call."
Martin: "...??"
So, she'd been standing there for at least fifteen minutes?
She Then, she had seen everything – —from Carter's attempt to teach him to crack an egg, to the devastation he wrought in the kitchen, to even Ryan mastering the task while he could not.
The thought of her witnessing his string of comedic failings made Martin wish Martin wished he could disappear into a hole.
"I... I didn't realize something as simple as an egg could be so tricky," he stammered.
Hoping to avoid any misunderstanding, he quickly added, "I mean, it's just cracking an egg that I can't do.part that's hard. I can do everything else. I just wanted to cook you eggs and toast myself. I didn't expect, but..."
He didn't expect it to turn into a battlefield.
Moved by his pitiful pride, Patricia kept her laughter in check, turned off the burner that was, nearly burning the pot dry, and nudged him towards the kitchen door.
"Let me handle this. Why don't you step out for now?"
Martin couldn't stand to seeseeing her tired, so he suggested, "How about we order some takeout?"
Patricia glanced him up and down and said, with a hint of exasperation,. "It'll only take a few minutes to whip something up. Why bother with takeout? I'm starving here, and waiting for delivery is going towill take forever!. Honey, go take a shower and wait for me outside. I'll be done in no time."
These last few days, food
Food had lost its flavor for him, these last few days, and it felt like ages since he'd had a satisfying meal.
Earlier, he had dozed off only to be rudely awakened by his growling stomach, and after that, sleep was elusive. Now, all he could think about was how ravenous he felt, eager to eat anything.
Now, all he could think about was how ravenous he felt, eager to eat something, anything.
Following her gaze, Martin looked down and realized his normally clean loungewear was splattered with egg, the yolks forming clumps that, well, reminded him uncomfortably of Randy's baby accidents.
With his aversion to messiness, Martin couldn't stand the feeling of being dirty. He rushed back to the bathroom for a quick shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes.
By the time he was dressed, Patricia had breakfast ready.
On the table sat two Two steaming plates of scrambled eggs and toast, garnished with a sprinkle of fresh green onions—, were on the table— the sight and smell so tantalizing that itthey instantly made his mouth water and his stomach growl with anticipation.
Patricia beamed at him,. "Come on over and eat!. Give it a try and see if it tastes good."
Martin eagerly took his seat at the table, and even before tasting, he began to butter her upsaid, "My wife's cooking is always top-notch,; it's bound to be delicious!"."
Pleased with his flattery, Patricia leaned forward, resting her chin on her crossed hands, and nodded towards the food. "Well then, eat up. There's more in the pot if you finish."
"Well then, eat up! There's more in the pot if you finish."
"Absolutely!"," Martin replied, joy eyes sparkling in his eyes like a child, , as he picked up his fork.
Despite his hunger, he ate with a refined grace, slowly savoring each bite, and chewing thoughtfully.
Patricia watched with a content smile and joined in with her own plate.
They had only pecked at their breakfast the morning before and had been hungry ever since. Patricia polished off two bowls, and Martin impressively devoured three. When they were done, not a single scrap of egg was left in the pot—it was spotless.
Not a single scrap of egg was left in the pot when they were done—it was spotless.
After the meal, Martin insisted on doing the dishes.
Remembering
"Let me do it," Patricia said, remembering the last time, when he tried to wash athe knife and ended up cutting himself, Patricia stood and protested, "I should do it!".
But
"Don't worry," Martin said gently, pusheding her back into her chair, full of self-assurance, "Don't worry,. I might not be great at cooking, but I can handle the dishes!"."
With that, he proceeded to the kitchen.
Patricia waited for a long time in the other room, not hearing any clinking of washed dishes being washed. She wondered if he had run into trouble and was too embarrassed to ask for help, so she decided to check on him in the kitchen.
Patricia stared in disbelief as he methodically loaded each dish into the dishwasher.
"Wait, this is what you call doing the dishes?"
She had been in the kitchen for such a long time and hadn't even noticed the dishwasher.
"Wait, this is what you call doing the dishes?" she asked.
Martin stood tall and proud. "Times are changing, honey. We've got to change with them. With this dishwasher, you won't have to wash dishes by hand anymore."
With a triumphant press of the start button, the dishwasher hummed to life.
"Hah, ha ha..."
Patricia's lips twitched, resisting the urge to point out that two dishes could be washed by hand in under a minute, rather than running an hour-long dishwasher cycle.
But seeing Martin's giddy, expectant look, she couldn't bring herself to burst his bubble. Smiling, she walked over, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his lips.
She didn't skimp on the praise.
"My clever husband, thank you for being so thoughtful."
Martin felt a sense of accomplishment, and, brimming with joy, he pulled Patricia to him and pressed her against the fridge door in a passionate embrace. Patricia didn't hold back, unleashing her passion as she returned his embrace fiercely.
Patricia didn't hold back, unleashing her passion as she returned his embrace fiercely.
As they kissed, the atmosphere changed, and the temperature in the kitchen started to rise.
Martin's
"We've never made love in the kitchen before," his voice husky in her ear, his hands went to the buttons of her nightgown, his voice husky in her ear, "We've never made love in the kitchen before. "Let's try it out today...","
Before she could respond, her
Her nightgown was whisked away.
Their amorous engagement moved from the kitchen to the living room, and then to the bedroom, where they remained entwined until the afternoon.
Finally, Patricia drifted off to sleep.
Martin turned her phone on silent mode, then got up to tidy up, changed her clothes, and left to pick up Charles and, Fannie from school, and Randy from school and the hospital.
The three little ones stepped into their new home with eyes widefilled with wonder.
"Daddy, is this really where we're going to live?" Fannie asked, her voice filled with excitement.
The thought of being together with mMommy and dDaddy every day felt like a dream to her.
Martin nodded. "I bought this place close to your mommy's work for convenience. From now on, our family of five will live here."
"Oh yeahYay, that's awesome!..." Fannie exclaimed, jumping up and planting a big kiss on Martin's cheek.
Martin motioned urgently for silence as he feared waking Patricia, his finger pressed to his lips,
"Shh, keep it down, kiddo., Mommy's still sleeping. Let's not wake her."
Fannie immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and round as saucers.
A look of envy crossed Randy's face as he whispered hesitantly,
"Since we're so close to the hospital,... does that mean I can come home to sleep every day after my treatments?" Randy said, looking slightly envious.
Martin tousled his hair affectionately. "Of course, you can. With Mommy being a doctor and looking after you, Daddy has nothing to worry about!"."
Randy's eyes brimmed with joy as ahappiness, his lifelong dream was finally coming truefulfilled.
Martin started to showshowing them around the house.
"You three are getting too big to all cram into one room!. I've prepped a room for each of you. This lovely princess room is for our little Fannie,. Charles's is on the left,; Randy's is on the right... and here's the walk-in closet..."
To prevent the kids from hearing any late-night noises they shouldn't, Martin had
Martin deliberately situated their rooms across the living room from the master bedroom.
That way, no matter how loud he and Patricia got, the kids' innocence was safe during their late-night activities, the kids would remain innocent.
For the first time, athe family of five was settlingall settled into a home all their own.
And for the first time, they truly felttogether and felt what home truly meant.
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