"Of course, let's try an omelet. She absolutely loves eggs," the chef suggested.

"Thank you, sir," he said as he turned to face Violet, "baby, can you go and wait in the lounge while I cook?"

"I need proof that you're the one who's cooking. I'm not leaving, so hurry up before I make you cook something more difficult," she refused to leave.

"I won't force you to leave," he said quickly, turning to Leah, who couldn't stop laughing, "Leah. Could you please assist me by offering your mother a glass of juice? Please assist me here."

“Yes, you're already struggling. I'll do it."

He smiled and turned his attention...