serendipity

28: "they win, they win!"

(seraphina's pov)

we all gather around the island in our little kitchen and i clap my hands excitedly.

"so, we are gonna get into groups of two and for tonight's friday night family dinner, we will be having a cooking competition!" i exclaimed and watch as ezra smirks. i narrow my eyes at him when he catches my gaze and i stick my tongue out at him and he returns the gesture.

"group up!!"

it ended up being ezra and i vs. keaton and leela vs. valentina and max vs. phoebe and leo.

everyone else is gonna lose.

basically, everyone gets to make their own thing based off of the category of dinner in my small ass kitchen and then at the end, the others will judge and we will pick a winner.

so ezra and i are making appetizers and the rest have their own things.

thank fuck ezra knows how to cook.

when the thought comes to head, i turn to ezra and shake his arm vigorously with a giant smile on my face. he turns to me with a raised brow and i exclaim, "i'm gonna taste your cooking for the first time! besides breakfast!"

he chuckles and kisses my temple, "you are, my love."

my eyes widen and thankfully ezra doesn't notice my change of mood while he scrolls through his phone for recipes.

his love? i'm his love? what the fuck?

am i overthinking this? i mean yeah, he's called me 'amore' before but that didn't mean anything.

i don't even think he noticed he said it.

wait, do i love him? holy shit, am i in love with ezra?

i take a deep breath and make a mental note to talk to leela and phoebe about this later.

slowly, a smile starts to form on my face. is ezra in love with me?

a nudge to my side brings me out of my daze and i look to ezra who has his eyebrows furrowed but still smiles at me.

i smile softly at him and he looks at me weird. "why are you looking at me like that?" he asks.

i shake my head and laugh. he brings me into his embrace and i nuzzle my nose against his neck.

i kiss his throat—which is about as far as i can reach without getting on my tippy toes—and then pull away slightly, "what are we gonna make?"

"how do pretzel bites sounds?" he tilts his head with a knowing smile.

i narrow my eyes and smile, "my favorite!"

he nods and laughs before going off and getting everything we need.

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the kitchen has become a battle field. the guys are talking shit to each other while we cook and even went as far as putting flour in our hair.

ezra did most of it because i had no idea what i was doing, but i did knead the dough. i also came to the conclusion that i need to workout because i got winded. but i know i won't go to the gym.