That's Not How Mom Does It
"That's not how Tifa does it." Marlene states plainly.
I've lost count of how many times I've heard that today.
"Well, Marlene, Tifa is sick, and I'm doing this, so this is how I do it." I say, attempting to cook them lunch.
"Well, I don't think your way is right." Denzel adds in.
I let out a frustrated sigh, how does she do it?
"Would you rather do this?" I ask.
"Tifa would kill you if you let us use the stove unsupervised."
"Yep." Denzel nods his head in agreement.
"Fine, it's done." I say, handing them both plates.
Marlene and Denzel are silent a moment, studying their food.
"What now?" I ask.
"That black stuff isn't there when Tifa does it."
I somehow kept my mouth shut. I'm trying to rack my mind for something to say about this 'black stuff' when I see the doctor descend the stairs. I look up, but I see Denzel and Marlene have abandoned their food. They rush over to him, and he gives them a small smile.
"Issheok? Issheok?" They ask, pulling on the front of his coat.
He pats their heads, "She will be."
I sigh in relief, and Denzel and Marlene smile, and walk back to the bar.
"She needs to rest up for the next few days though, and not do anything strenuous." He says, walking over. "That means you two will have to be extra good as to not disturb her or upset her."
Denzel and Marlene nod, serious looks on their faces.
The doctor glances at the two plates of food.
"And judging by this, you'll need to be extra good so you can help your father, too. I'm sure it's not mother's cooking, but he's doing his best." He says.
"Fa-father?...mother?" I ask softly.
He doesn't hear me, and he gives a little wave as he walks out.
I swallow, feeling my cheeks burn.
Father? Mother?...didn't he know we're not even married!
"Hey, dad..." Denzel says softly.
I look down, cheeks still aflame.
"That's not how mom does it!"
A/N: just a short chapter, I'll be updating soon, but I thought this was cute...thanks for reviews and what not!