MARIA POV
The house was quiet after Sam had left, though the delicious smell of baked goods and lasagna lingered in the air. Sitting at the dining table, I watched in disbelief as Henry and Daxton devoured nearly an entire lasagna between the two of them, leaving just a modest portion for me—and none for my mom and Robert, who were working late again.
“This is incredible,” Henry said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stomach. “Maria, I’m serious. You’ve ruined all other lasagnas for me. I don’t think I can ever eat anyone else’s again.”
“Agreed,” Dax chimed in, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “You can’t just cook like this and expect us to go back to mediocre meals. It’s not fair.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You’re both impossibile .”
“Impossible and full,”
