𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐧┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨

146. 𝑀𝑦 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚

Lucifer

"Leah," I said as I walked into the kitchen. She stopped cooking breakfast to face me and I walked past her to the refrigerator. "Take the day off."

"Are you sure?" She questioned hesitantly.

"I'm sure. We have a family matter to tend to and I don't want to bore you with the details."

"Okay sir," she said lowly as she looked at the stove. I opened the cool water bottle and looked around awkwardly as I took a sip. When she noticed I was still standing around, she looked up at me flustered. "Oh, you mean now?"

"Yes."

"What about the food?" She asked, gesturing to the stove.

"I can handle it," I shrugged.

"You can't coin thou-..." I raised my brow at her words but she pursed her lips and nodded slowly. "I'm leaving, chef."

I gave her a single nod and she scurried out of the kitchen. I set the water bottle down and rubbed my hands against my sweats before attempting to finish cooking the eggs. I mimicked the moves I had seen her done over the years with a bit of struggle, but eventually got the hang of it.

I gagged as I smelled the scent of bacon in the air and I scrunched my nose. If it wasn't for James loving it, I'd ban it from the house. I hated every single thing about it.

I set down the spoon for the eggs and pinched my nose as I flipped the bacon.

"Is something burning?" I heard James's voice from behind me.

"Umm," I hummed as I looked around. "I don't think so."

"The pancakes," he said.

"What?"

"The pancakes are burning," he pointed out.

"What pancakes?"

I heard him sigh as he walked towards the stove and he turned off the flame. As he did, I noticed the big flat top of pancakes and my mouth dropped. "I didn't even see those!"

"Your vision is leaving," he snickered. I scowled at him and he took the spoon from my hand and began examining the eggs. "And you didn't notice the eggs turning brown?"

"I just can't cook," I muttered as I stepped away from the stove.

"Clearly," he laughed. He turned off all of the flames on the stove and began throwing everything away and I crossed my arms.

"So you'd rather starve?"

"None of us are going to starve," he said. "I'll cook breakfast."

"Have a blast," I said lowly as I sat down on the stool.

"You should let me teach you," he said as he washed the pans.

"Why?"

"So you'll know how to do it when I'm gone."

"You're leaving?" I questioned.

"Well in six years I'll be eighteen," he reminded me.

"Leaving for college?"

"Yup."

"Eww," I groaned. "People go to college to make money. You have all the money in the world in your hands, James. So why do you need to? It's a waste of time, isn't it?"

"I'm not going for the money," he said as he walked to the refrigerator. He pulled out the eggs and sighed before facing me. "It's for the experience. Did you ever go to college?"