The rooster was being cooked in the oven, and the aroma had filled the kitchen already.
Jaden and Scarlet had been standing in front of the oven for half an hour, peeking through the glass. In the meantime, Lara had cleaned the house and unpacked their daily necessities.
She knew her cubs wouldn't touch the burning oven, so she didn't need to oversee them for the whole time.
It was a little scary how independent they could be. But it made it easier to take care of them. She would have never left a couple of five-year-old kids alone if she wasn't a hundred per cent sure they wouldn't hurt themselves in any way.
«Mommy has almost finished,» she yelled in the hallway. «How is the chicken?»
Their kids didn't reply. It was understandable. They were busy.
Scarlet was nibbling on her thumb as if it was a drumstick itself. Jaden was still and silent, but he was drooling in front of the oven. The aroma made it even harder not to think about the meat.
