Elodie's POV
I can’t stop my laugh at the sight of my daughter, some of the earlier tension finally easing slightly, grateful for the simple, uncomplicated joy of watching my daughter enjoy herself so completely.
'This is genuinely incredible,' Murphy says, taking his own first bite, eyes widening properly. 'I take back every joke I made about the trouser situation. Worth every calorie.'
'High praise,' I say, taking my own spoonful, the rich, warm chocolate settling something loose and comforting low in my chest.
'Good?' Beckett asks Callie, as she scrapes determinedly at the last remnants of sauce with her spoon.
'The best,' Callie says decisively, chocolate still smudged at the corner of her mouth. 'Better than Sunday pasta, even.'
‘Wow,' Beckett laughs, ‘I thought your Sunday past
