Save Me

Chapter 19

When I enter the kitchen with Corbyn on my side, I see that atmosphere is kind of heated.

"No,"

"Shut up!"

"Who asked you?"

"I want pancakes!"

"Oliver shut your mouth,"

"We won!"

"because you cheated!"

"Boys please can we-"

"NO!" Jacob and Noah shout at the same time.

"I want pancakes!" Oliver murmurs standing on the kitchen island with his hands resting on his sides.

"We're so much better than you and even after our win you don't admit it!" Jacob says exasperated.

"Oh, come on!"

"Jacob calm down and Noah can't you just drop it?" my uncle inquires trying to settle this.

"Sweetheart, I can't make you pancakes," my aunt comforts her little son.

"I can," I state and all the noise stops immediately. I see as all of them turn and stare at me with wide eyes.

"Or something else if you don't like pancakes?" I mutter nervously.

"I don't think the pancakes is what shocked them," I hear Corbyn say and turn to him to see him staring at me as he's resting his weight in the wall with a huge grin on his face. And then, I get it. I turn to them grinning too and speak.

"Yeah...I can talk now," and then they all start shouting.

"Oh my God!" My aunt gasps and I feel her arms around me. Noah hugs me tightly and spines me around causing me to laugh.

"Finally!" he cheers happily and kisses my cheek.

I feel two small hands and I look down to see Oliver looking up at me.

"Pancakes?" he asks and I laugh as I take him in my arms.

"What kind?"

"With chocolate and banana!"

"Done," I look around me at my new family smiling at me.

"Uhm...I'm going to need some space to cook..."

"Yes, of course," my uncle says grinning and all leave the kitchen smiling.

"Can I help?" Oliver questions and I nod putting him on the kitchen island.

I turn around to find the ingredients but I feel his eyes on me and when I look in his direction, I find out that I'm right.

He hasn't left his place and he stands there with his head cocked to one side and a smirk that melts my heart. His eyes are twinkling and joyful as he stares back at me.

"You want to help too?" I ask playfully knowing the answer.

"Nope," he mutters and leaves.

We're almost done and Oliver proposes to serve the plates outside.

When I'm decorating the last one, I feel two hands on my waist, and from the way my body reacts, I know exactly who it is.

He turns me around and before I know it, his lips connect with mine. The welcome feeling that his kisses offer me, revisits me again. He pushes me back so my back hits the counter. He lifts me up placing his hands beneath my knees and I wrap my hands around his neck as he does rest his hands in my waist. Soon enough I feel like the temperature is too high in here but there's no way I will pull away. I'm enjoying this too much to do such a thing.