Joshua's POV
I returned to my stew and tasted it. Wow, so good. I turned off the stove. All I had to do now was go and take a bath and put on something nice.
I was so going to win. I turned to look at my pregnant wife who was still stirring her stew. I chuckled quietly. She should get ready to be in bed with me. Moments later, I left the kitchen.
Quinn's POV
I watched Joshua leave the kitchen. I ran to his pot and opened it.
Jesus!
The sweet aroma filled my nose. Joshua can cook? I took a spoon, scooped a little so he wouldn't notice, and tasted it.
It tasted so good. He's going to win.
What do I do? What ingredient did I miss?
He's surely going to punish me for every prank I've played on him.
I closed the pot and went to mine. What do I add to make it as good as his? I added more pepper and spices. I stirred it and tasted it. I think it was better, except that my tongue was burning from the pepper.
I ruined it. He's going to have his way. I sighed and closed my pot.
