Chapter Fourteen

Gwen.

I stepped into the kitchen and met Jasmine sitting on the kitchen island, waiting for her father. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw me.

“Are you here to make the pancakes for me, Mommy?” she asked. Though I was a bit caught off guard, I answered.

“Yes, baby,” I beamed.

I didn't know anything about making pancakes for her, but I was sure that's why Henry came out from the kitchen without Jasmine. I walked towards the fridge and pulled it open, hoping I had some strawberry jam, but cursed my luck because there was nothing in there. And one thing about Jasmine and her pancakes was that she only ate them when there was strawberry jam.

I closed the fridge and looked at her; she was already staring at me, anticipating.

“So…there is no jam, baby,” her face fell, lips pouted in a cute way.

Quickly, I added, “Do you want some spaghetti, baby? I made some last night?” I asked, knowing fully well she wouldn't say no as long as it was spaghetti.

I watched amused as she placed her finger on