"I'm going to wash it. You guys don't need to argue."
He took a trainer from the lower cabinets and opened the faucet, caressing the fresh leaves of those vegetables.
The cousins halted and glanced at him. Amy rushed beside him and grabbed the strainer. "You are not going to help us."
Pulling a high chair, she pushed the guy towards the side of the sink. "You sit there and we will do everything here. You just got out of the hospital." Leaving him with an icy glare.
Justin shrugged. "But you guys—"
"NO BUTS!" the cousins exclaimed.
It left Justin to sigh. Leaving them to do the cooking. He wanted to help, but the two of them will never let him. Well, just by seeing the cousins bickering and back in action was enough to give him relief.
After cooking, everyone sat at the table and shared their lunch. Justin's father treated them to an ice cream, saying how thankful he was for the two for staying here and helping them.
