I enter the block of apartments, and the first thing I notice is Corrado sitting forlornly on the floor whilst a woman is crouched over him, trying to cheer him.
“Would you like to go play outside, Corrado?” She asks.
“No.”
“Ice cream?”
“No.”
I head to the lift, looking at the boy who now turns, watchingme curiously.
“Hey, kiddo.” I flash him a smile. “You alright?”
“I’m… bored,” he says after a moment. That wasn’t the word he was going to use. He had changed his mind mid-sentence.
“Now you shouldn’t be bored. Kids your age should be up to some mischief! Want to come to my place? I’m going to cook,” I offer before I can stop myself.
“I don’t know if Alpha Leo will be okay with that,” the woman says hesitantly.
“He’s bored, and besides, you will be there with him,” I reassure her, pressing the lift button.
“Ah, of course. That can work,” she smiles, obviously relieved.
We enter the lift, and Corrado hurries in excitedly. Are there no other children around for him to play with?
“What are we going to cook?” He asks.
We?
“Well… I’m thinking, sandwiches.”
“Oh, I love sandwiches!”
“Perfect. When will his dad be back again?” I ask the woman.
“Late, I’m afraid,” she replies.
That works. I do not want Leo showing up and giving me shit. I guess I will be having company for dinner tonight.
Cookies and a Voodoo Doll
Azura
This kid is a little devil in disguise, and I like it. With Katara having no interest in mischief and the quintuplets too big to obey, I miss them at this age.
“So, you can’t cook?” I look at the tomato and cucumber sandwiches that he is gawking at disdainfully.
“Yes, I can. I made these.” I push the plate towards him, proud of my accomplishment. No, I can’t cook. All I can make is nachos, and that’s in the microwave.
“Oh. We don’t call this cooking,” he adds.
“Well, can you cook?”
“I’m five.”
“And?”
“I’m too young to cook.” I smile, reaching over and tugging his cheek.
“Yeah, sure, but you are old enough to judge. Let me tell you something, making a sandwich is an art. Look, I had to margarine the bread slices perfectly, then spread the cucumbers that were cut into equally sized thin slices, we then added some sliced cheese before finishing with perfect thin slices of tomato.”
“The tomato is thick, and the cucumber slices aren’t equal sizes,” Corrado mumbles, looking at the sandwich sadly. “I thought I’d have a home-cooked meal today.” My heart squeezes at his pitiful tone.
“I will have Rosaline prepare you your favourite meal, Corrado,” Winona, the woman who has been minding him, offers.
“No, thank you. I will have the lumpy sandwich.”
“You really are your father’s son,” I grumble. Prudish Rossis.
I smile despite myself, watching the child bite into the sandwich. See? I can do this. In a few years, it will be me and my pup, and I will make them sandwiches. My smile fades as I wonder if I’ll be enough, but then I shake the thought away. I have Mama, Dad, Liam, and Raven. I’ll be okay. I have to be…
“Are you alright?” Winona asks. I smile and nod.
“After we eat, what will we do next?” Corrado asks.
“I can take him to his room if you like,” Winona offers.
“No, he can keep me company, I don’t mind.”
When I return to my apartment, the bag of sewing supplies I had asked for was outside. I guess I will create a voodoo doll tonight, and this little cutie can help me.
“His dad isn’t back, right?” I ask once we have eaten, and I sent Corrado to set the stuff up on the table.
“No. Is there a problem?”
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