"Are you ready Shane?" Mitchie asked, putting a pot of water to boil.
"Do I have to?" Shane trudged into the kitchen.
"Yes Shane, Nate and Caitlyn are coming over for dinner and I want it to be special," Mitchie explained.
"Can't we just order from 'Gianna's' like we did for our anniversary," Shane suggested.
"No Sha-, Wait you ordered our anniversary dinner?" Mitchie asked, "You said you slaved over a hot stove for three hours cooking that,"
"Damn," Shane internally groaned.
"Ok, you know what, I'll kill you for that later but right now we really have to get this ready,"
"Fine," Shane caved, "What's first?"
"Cut the tomatoes for the sauce, then roll ground beef into 1 inch balls, place them in the oven, stir the add salt to the sauce but not too much, and then-" Mitchie rambled.
"Whoa Mitch, one thing at a time,"
"Right, uh I guess you should start cutting the tomatoes," Mitchie said handing him a cutting board and knife.
"Easy enough,"
Shane grabbed a tomato from the bowl and began slicing it.
"Now be careful Shane, keep your fingers aw-" Mitchie explained.
"Ow, ow, ow, Oh my God, there's blood, Mitchie, I broke through skin, oh no, I'm going to die," Shane panicked.
The brunnete rolled her eyes and grabbed a paper towel.
"Relax, it's just a little cut,"
"Yeah, and it was a 'little' iceberg that sank the Titanic too," Shane yelled.
"Here, this is way too easy for you to mess up," Mitchie said, "All you have to is place the meat balls from this bowl to the baking sheet,"
"Ok Mitch," Shane placed a few meatballs before his phone started ringing.
He answered it and walked out of the kitchen leaving the meatballs on the table.
Max, the couple's dog, jumped on the chair and on to the table and started eating the pieces of meat.
"Shane," Mitchie turned from her post at the counter and saw the furry pet eating their soon to be dinner, "SHANE!"
"Yeah Mitch,"
Mitchie pointed to the dog.
"Max, no," Shane shooed the dog off the table. "Sorry Mitch,"
"It's okay," Mitchie replied.
"Is there anything else I can help you with," Shane offered.
"Yes Shane there is, and this is the easiest thing, there is no possible way that you can mess this up," Mitchie said, "All you have to do is stir the sauce,"
ONE KITCHEN FIRE LATER....
Shane and Mitchie stood outside their house and watched the fire truck drive away.
Mitchie glared at Shane.
"Now Mitch, I know you're mad but think about the good things,"
"Like what?" Mitchie spat.
"Atleast we have each other," Shane said sheepishly.
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