Chapter 8

They devoured everything.

Every plate that was on the table became picked clean. At times, Melee would mutter. "It's like feeding a pack of wolves!"

The boys and Garou all ate like wild beasts, yet it never got to the point where they would growl at each other over food. There was more than enough and plenty to go around. Pac was the first to finish, followed by Hunter and then Garou. With the three full and content, Melee worked on her own lunch. Yet before she could prepared it, Garou pulled her off to the side and sat her down. "I'll make it" he insisted.

It took her by surprise as he prepared her meal. Even his sons were shocked. "You can cook dad?" questioned Pac.

"Of course I can, I had to learn when fending for myself. You two should learn it too!"

"Then how come mom is always the one who cooks for us?"

"She beats me to the punch more often then not, then refuses to relinquish control of dinner."

Melee nodded. "It's true, when I start something I rather be the one to finish it." Yet as Garou cooked, he kept peering over his shoulder. "Things are going to start changing around here." He said.

Hunter was confused. "What do you mean dad? Is something going on?"

Melee blushed. "How do I put this… You are no longer the baby of the family." She said.

Their eyes widened in shock. Pac smirked as Hunter couldn't believe what was just said. "Really? I mean… really?!" questioned Hunter.

"It's a little early to be saying so, but yeah. Things… happen to your mother and I when she is expecting. I get a little more on edge, your mother gets hungrier and could rival the three of us put together!" explained Garou. "But for now, it stays in the family, no one is to know about this until we have to say something. That's when things get a little weird."

"Dad…we're your kids, everything gets a little weird." Said Pac.

Garou thought it over. "Oh yeah. Well it gets to the point where I will be holding on to your mother inside myself to keep her safe from harm and danger… much like what I did with you three when you were hurt or traumatized."

"The dad's comfort zone!" said Hunter.

"Is that what you called it?" questioned Pac.

"Well, it was dad, and I was comfortable. So yeah!"

Pac rolled his eyes to it all, Melee turned to her sons and explained that it was going to happen sooner than later and didn't want to alarm them if they didn't see her and their father was acting a little strange. They understood completely.

Garou presented her lunch to her, and much like the boys, Melee devoured it in an animalistic fashion. It nearly scared her sons, yet Garou smiled to it all. "See, told you."

"So… we should learn to cook, huh? Where do we start?" asked Hunter.

For the rest of the day, Garou did his best in teaching his sons the basics of cooking, they caught on quickly and could do a few things. Yet making meals were a whole different story, especially using pulsing monster cells in dishes that usually require chicken or beef. Yet with practice, they made various meals, many became premade so they could take them to the other tournaments and check out the competition.

Melee smiled to it all. "Oh good, you know how to make your own meals now!"

"You know, how about we make supper tonight?" said Hunter.

"Yeah, this is our test! Let's see if we can cook as good as mom!"

"If you don't," warned Garou. "You will never hear the end of it from your sister!"