Chapter 3 (Chris Feldman)

While Cecilia went upstairs to get her slippers, I decided to work on supper by looking in the refrigerator and the cupboard for some ideas what to make. In the fridge, I found that we had potatoes, carrots, uncooked chicken breast and thighs, uncooked beef pot roast, and the fixings for a salad. In the cupboard, I found that we had some cans of Cream of Mushroom, Cream of Chicken, Tomatoes soup and some other can soups. Well, I am thinking of having baked potatoes with chicken and a cheesy cream of mushroom sauce for the chicken if my wife and I hope that Sam would like it too.

"Mr. Chris?" Sam timidly ask.

"Yes, Sam," I responded.

"Um, are you making some dinner for us?" Sam ask more confidence.

"Yes, I am, but what would you want to eat?" I ask curiously for his opinion.

"Maybe a salad, some potatoes, and some kind of meat," he said looking out of the back sliding doors.

"Would you like a baked potato?" I curiously ask if he wanted one.

"I love mashed potatoes, but I don't mind a baked potato," he said really didn't care.

"Thanks for you input, Sam. Also, in my house, please drop the mister and call me Chris," I told him.

"Okay, Chris. I'm going back to do my homework," Sam said and left the kitchen.

"That would be probably best because you're already behind on that project," I comment softly getting out the chicken.

"Who's behind?" Cecilia said coming into the kitchen again more happily I have seen her today.

"Sam," I whispered into her ear when she was next to me.

"Oh! That comment was about what I told you before. What are you making?" she wondered.

"Yes it was and I told Sam to just call me Chris. I was planning on making chicken breast with a cheesy mushroom sauce, salad and some baked potatoes. How does that sound to you?" I ask wondering her thoughts on my plan to make for supper.

"That's sound wonderfully delicious, but I think we could do better with the baked potatoes by putting sour cream, bacon and cheese on them like loaded baked potatoes. Have you seen my cell?" she said searching for her cell phone.

"I think it is in your purse still and that would make the potatoes better with those on top," I answered.

"I'm going to grab my purse and come back and help you fix up the salad," she said.

"And I will be starting to cook the chicken and make the sauce," I added smiling at my wife before she left the kitchen again to find her cell.

I love my wife because she cares about everyone in our lives especially our friends and our families. She's so loving and caring person that I love even before I proposed to her on our college graduation day.

"Hey, are you still going to start cooking the chicken, or do you want me to?" Cecilia question me and bought me out of my thoughts.

"I will get on to the chicken now. Did you find your phone?" I ask and grabbed a skillet from our rack of pots and pans.

"Yes, I did. Have you heard from Amanda or Matt today?" she was asking, wondering about her cousin and little Amy.

"Yeah, Matt texted me when I got home that he had to go into work earlier than expected, so he dropped off Amy at Emily's before going to work and that Amanda was in class at that time," I answered while cooking the chicken breasts and getting another pan out for the sauce.

"Do you know what Lindsey and Kyle are doing tonight?" she asked while shredding the romaine lettuce and taking the stems off of the spinach.

"Lindsey told me that they were planning a night in tonight and going out early tomorrow to house hunt," I said remembering my conversation at school with my cousin.

"What about Ashley and Ben?"

"You're going to ask me everyone we know until you figure out what your feeling is concerning whom," I commented.

"I guess that you know that something still wasn't completely right. I just can't seem to know why I have this feeling and what is causing it," she wondered setting aside the dried salad that she just rinsed in our salad spinner.

"Some would say it could be mother intuition," I stated and took the cooked chicken off the stove and finish up with the sauce.

"You know that I'm not pregnant, Chris," she stated the obvious, taking out the baked potatoes from the oven.

"Not what I meant, Ce. I know you're not pregnant. I hopefully would be the first to know if you were. Right?"

"Right," she confirmed.

"What I meant was that you are a teacher and taking care of children can bring out that maternal instincts out. Sometimes, I do have some fatherly protective instincts," I expressed.

"With whom?"

"Obviously, I have some paternal instincts with Josh because I am his god-father," I said looking into Ce eyes.

"Hey, is dinner ready?" Sam ask coming into the kitchen.

"Almost, would you want to set the plates on the island, Sam?" Cecilia ask wanting Sam to help out.

"Sure, where are the plates?" he requested.

"Right above you in the cabinet," Ce answered. I knew that Sam will accidentally bump his head on the cabinet door when he opens that cabinet.

"Ouch," Sam voiced when he bumped his head and my wife giggle softly to me because she was remembering doing the exact same thing when she decided to put the plates there.

"I will get the silverware," I said.

"I will get some cups," Ce stated.

Then supper was ready to be set and we gather at the island like Ce and myself do most days to eat, but we prayed to thank God for our food and to take care of all of our friends and family before we started eating.

Author's Note

Hey, everyone! Happy Saturday and new chapter I have given you. So, last chapter, I mentioned that Constable Jack Thornton and Detective Bill Avery will be coming into the story quite soon, but relax I am going to give you more of the story before they will be in here.

So, next chapter will be back into Cecilia head and not her husband's. We will find out what is with her strange feeling and why is she so worry about her friends.

Thanks for reading and please dropped a review below! Love Debbie