Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Dex:
Sure—of course. There are days where I wish I could just blend in and not stand out so much. My height doesn’t help LOL. Had a run of good luck since I met you—every time we’ve gone out, people have mostly left me alone, thank God.
Dex:
But enough about me. What about you? What made you decide to become a teacher?
Margot:
I had this amazing teacher in high school who really inspired me, and once I was in college I realized I wanted to teach elementary school, not middle or high school. I just love little kids.
Dex:
Do you want More kids?
Margot:
Yes, I think so. And I think Wyatt would love a brother or sister or a brother AND a sister.
Margot:
I’m not going to throw the question back your way, I already know the answer haha
Dex:
Hey, I’m taking the kid thing day by day. Just ’cause I don’t want to be a dad right now don’t mean I don’t never want to be one.
Margot:
The teacher in me is cringing So Hard at that entire sentence. My eye is literally twitching out of my skull.
Dex:
I did okay in school LOLOLOLOL
Margot:
I see that . . .
Dex:
Okay, so besides the kid stuff, is there anything you want to know about me?
Margot:
Hmm, let’s think **taps chin** What’s something people would be surprised to learn about you?
Dex:
Shit, I don’t know. Lots of stuff probably. I’d say most people don’t know I’m really into cooking. It’s my way to unwind.
Margot:
Seriously?? That’s so cool. I love to cook too, but my kitchen is so small I can’t go crazy. What’s your signature dish?
Dex:
I’d have to go with my homemade lasagna. It’s a family recipe that was passed down from generation to generation.
Margot:
Wait. Are you Italian???
Dex:
Um, no. It’s just something my grandma used to make.
Margot:
I freaking Love lasagna. It’s one of my favorites, and as long as it has plenty of ricotta and Meat, OMG, sign me up
Dex:
You should try mine then, it’s fucking delicious.
Margot:
Well, dang, sounds like I would love to.
Dex:
Put me in your calendar this week, I’m gonna cook for you.
Margot:
Awww. Okay **blushes**
Dex:
Sweet. It’s another date.
Margot:
You are seriously stepping up. I’m impressed.
Dex:
I didn’t know I had it in me.
Margot:
At least you’re honest.
Chapter 25
Dex
Why the hell would I lie and tell her I love to cook in my free time?
First of all, I barely have any fucking free time, and secondly, I wouldn’t know a lasagna noodle from my ass or a hole in the wall.
That analogy did not make any sense, but that’s only because I am Freaking the Fuck Out.
I feel like I mentioned to her before that I have a chef?
I stand at the counter, googling a recipe on how to make the famous Italian dish: easy way to make lasagna.
Lasagna for dummies.
How to make lasagna with basic ingredients.
“Fuck.” I’ll have to run to the grocery store or have supplies delivered because although Carrie does have the cabinets and fridge well stocked, I haven’t found any fat, flat noodles.
“Seriously. How hard could it be?” It’s just like pasta and sauce, yeah?
In a pan and shit.
“I am a grown man.”
Mostly.
Despite the fact that I am capable and smart and have been known to boil up a mean pot of spaghetti noodles, I nonetheless find Carrie in my phone and hit call.
“What’s up?” she answers after two rings, skepticism in her voice.
I get straight to the point. No time to waste.
“I have an emergency.”
“What kind of an emergency? There are six meals in the fridge.”
Yes, I saw those, but they will not help me in this case.
Broccoli chicken. Chicken and stuffing. Rice and chicken. Rice and vegetables and beer.
Basic, boring, lean meals.
“Can you come and make me lasagna?” I blurt out, unable to stop the panic from entering my voice.
“Lasagna?” Her voice raises an octave. “That’s your emergency? Oh my God, Dex, why can’t you just eat the meals I made?”
“Because I want lasagna, not another version of your ‘chicken surprise.’ Come on, Carrie, help a guy out.” I pause. “Please.”
She sighs heavily on the other end of the line, and I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Dex, you do realize that I have a life outside of your kitchen, right? I do not work on the weekends.”
She isn’t telling me anything I do not already know.
Still.
I pester.
“Yes, but is it as fulfilling as making me happy with a delicious, cheesy, gooey lasagna?” Another pause. “With loads of ricotta and meat?”
I hear her closing a door and wonder what room in her apartment she’s in. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m charming, you mean.”
“More like exasperating. You should have most of the ingredients for lasagna. All you have to do is grab a few more. I know for a fact you have mozzarella cheese. And canned sauce.”
I cannot feed Margot canned sauce, not after the bragging I did about the recipe being passed down from generation to generation.