Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby) novel Chapter 43

I wake up alone in Alaric's bed. It's only half six. Getting dressed, I walk down and stop when I see Jake in the kitchen.

"He's at work. He got called in." He barely looks at me as he talks; he continues to cook, which amuses me.

Sitting for about five minutes, I watch him fail and can't stop laughing.

"You mocking me doesn't help."

Tightening my lips, I nod and hear him swear as he burns himself.

"Okay, move." Walking over, I push him out of the way.

"I was doing fine."

I turn to him and hold up the bacon. "Fine? It looks like you threw it on a campfire for an hour." I snap the bacon in half and laugh.

"That's how I like it." He shrugs slightly, so I hand it to him.

"Then eat it." I wait, watching as he looks from it to me. "Exactly. Before you try cooking so much, stick to one. Once you get used to cooking one thing, then make it two. You trying to cook a full breakfast won't work."

"I was doing fine."

"Just move before you burn the house down." He looks at me, offended.

"I'm not that bad." My eyes roll. He is that bad. The fact that the bacon is black and crumbles like ash says he is. Turning, I smell burning.

"Jake, what else are you cooking?" I open the oven and find it empty.

"Nothing." He shrugs slightly. I look around, seeing smoke from the toaster; pulling the plug, I turn to him. "Oh, yeah, I was making toasties." He shrugs, and the fire alarms go off.

"Open the windows, and stay out of every kitchen forever." Turning, I look in the toaster. What the hell? I hear the door and turn to see Alaric walk in.

"I said don't cook!" He walks over and looks at the mess.

"Sorry, I thought I would be fine." Jake stands confused.

"Fine? You set the kitchen on fire last week, and now you're trying again?" Alaric sighs. "You want to cook fine but learn first. Have someone with you so they can stop you from doing anything stupid." He pulls the toaster forward. "Why would you put cheese on the bread and in a toaster?"

"I was failing at cooking bacon and other things, so I decided to make a toastie." Jake shrugs, and I stand laughing.

"Just get something on the way before you're late. I will clean up." Alaric shakes his head, looking around the kitchen.

"I made bacon!" Jake's shoulders shrug, and Alaric picks it up.

"It's like charcoal, just...forget it, go." I watch as Jake leaves. "I swear if you fucking laugh." Alaric turns and looks at me, my mouth in a tight line. "I thought he could cook. How did he survive?"

"He had money, Alaric, so he didn't need to cook. I also know whoever he was dating cooked for him. I'm sorry. It was amusing to watch, so I just watched him for a bit, then realised that was the wrong choice."