The sound of Ethan’s laughter filled the kitchen as Victoria flipped a pancake onto his plate. He was perched on a stool, his chin propped on his small hands, watching her every move with wide eyes.

“Mom, are you sure you didn’t train to be a chef?” Ethan teased, his grin revealing a missing front tooth.

Victoria smirked, sliding the pan back onto the stove. “If you call burning toast during college training, then yes, I’m an expert.”

Ethan giggled, drenching his pancake in syrup. “Well, you’re the best chef I know. Even better than Zander.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow, handing him a fork. “Better than Zander? Careful, you might...