A frown settled on her face, the hold of her hand loosening around my wrist. "Why? Do you not like chicken curry?"

I let out a chuckle at her child-like pout, running my thumb across the plump of her cheek. "No, it's not that, baby. I love anything you make except for that pasta.”

A squeal escaped her lips and she slapped lightly at my arm as if recalling the incident. Even though I almost died, it’s fun to tease her that the first dish she made gave me an allergy. The omega gets truly flustered every single time.

“Don’t remind me of that ever again.”

“Alright.” I fondly rolled...