A single mother's twin children decide to find her a husband by tracking down the mafia ex she never got over. But the dangerous man they bring home has never stopped loving her, and his world of crime is not done with either of them.
Tessa closed her eyes and put a little piece of chicken in her mouth. After two bites, her eyes suddenly opened. How is it? Tessa didn't answer. She took another piece.
Milo quickly tried a bite. It's good! Daddy, you do know how to cook! Cassian sat opposite them. He'd first learned to cook for me.
Back then, we shared a cramped rental. I don't want that. It looks fattening. I'm trying to lose weight. Cassian knew I was lying. That evening, when I came home from work, I found him cooking.
Oil had splashed onto the back of his hand and raised blisters. The sauce had burned and the meat was overcooked. Try it. I picked up a piece, but before I could put it in my mouth, I noticed the blisters on his hand.
Cassian, you idiot! You can't cry on your birthday? I wanted to surprise you. Sorry I messed it up.
He tried to take the plate away, but I held onto it. You didn't. It's delicious. Bite after bite, I ate every last piece of that ruined dinner. Afterward, I put ointment on his hand.
Don't do this again. Your hands weren't made to cook for me. I just want to make you happy. I looked up at him. As long as you're with me, I'm happy.
Cassian pulled me into his arms. Okay. We'll stay together forever. Forever. Tessa froze, her empty bowl held halfway up.
Milo stopped moving his spoon, too. Mommy says we can't lie. It really tastes good. Cassian paused, then took Tessa's bowl and added another half serving. Take a shower when you're done, then straight to bed.
Neither child dared say anything else. By the time they'd changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed, Cassian was clearing the dishes. The kids looked at each other. Finally, Tessa nudged her brother.
Daddy, can you tell us a bedtime story?