(Asaka Point of View)
When I put the meatballs into the oven, I remember having deer bones. I wonder if Lev would eat them. It will get rid of them. Maybe he would eat humans if I made it right. I probably shouldn't since I can imagine that if he bites a human and he is used to eating humans, he will try to eat whoever he bites and that would draw attention to me, which I don't want. I might be able to make it so it doesn't taste the same. That should work. I don't know if my darling would be okay with that. Most likely not. If I don't tell him he might, I don't want to lie. I am already lying about my job to him and I only imagine how bad it will hurt him when he finds out the truth. He might never trust me again when he does. I know he loves me so maybe not but it will still hurt him. I don't want to hurt him but yet I will when he finds out.
"Baby? Can you please come check this?" I hear my darling's voice which snaps me out of my thoughts.
I look over at him with a small smile. "Of course cutie." I walk over to him so I can check the dough. I grab some of it to see how it feels, look, and react. Seeing everything look right, I look back over to my darling. "Good job darling. It looks great. Now, we can cut it then cook it." I see him smile at me. He looks so adorable when he is happy. I guess he is just as proud of himself as I am with him. "Now, now do you want it cut?" I do want him to choose as it's all the same pasta. I do have a machine that shapes it, I just don't know where it is, so if he does want something that we can't do by hand we can do it. It might take me a bit to find it but I can work with it. I don't want to keep my darling waiting so hopefully if I need it, I can find it quickly.
"How about bow ties?" Bow ties? Does he mean farfalle? Most likely. I have always thought they look more like butterflies and that is what they translate to.
"Do you mean farfalle or butterflies in Italian?"
"Is that what they are called?" He is so cute.
"Yes, it is my darling."
"Then those." I grab what we need before I start showing him what to do. I watch everyone that he makes so he can do it himself but the first few I do do it with him. When he gets his first one right, I feel very happy for him. He is doing so well with his cooking so far. I know he hasn't done a lot but he is still learning. "Is this it? Did I do good?"
I smile at him. "Yes, darling you did very well."
I see him smile back at me. He seems really happy when I praise him. I wonder why. "I'm glad."
"Me too darling. Now, let's do the rest."
I watch him nod his head before we finish up. Once all of the dough is used up, I get them over to the stove so I can get them to cook. As I get them cooking, I see my darling getting everything cleaned up. He is such a big help for me. He is amazing. I feel him hug me from behind.
"Hi, cutie."
"Hi, baby. Can we do something together?"
"Of course darling, what do you have in mind?"
"Well I want to get to know you more so maybe we could just sit down and ask each other questions?"
"Sure, darling. Let's go to the living room."
I watch him nod his head. I would love to be able to talk to him and get to know him more than I already know. I follow him out onto the couch as we sit down.
"Do you want to go first, baby?"
"Sure. What is your relationship with your family like?"
I see my darling looking down before he takes a deep breath. Was that not what I should have started with? I know his family or at least what is on paper but maybe I should have been a bit careful. "Well my mom is an alcoholic and my dad was abusive and loved my sister more so I was pressured into being like my dad a lot or getting hit by my dad. I ended up growing up more like my mom until I was a teenager when I started doing what I wanted to do, which my mom wasn't happy about. I do have a sister, as I have mentioned, who was a lot like our father. My parents split so my dad took my sister and I haven't seen them since. My mom had me homeschooled for most of my life. When I moved out from my mom's place, I hadn't really talked to her since then. I did more of what I wanted to do so I started working at the bar that we met at."
Shit. That is a lot and messed up. Now I do know more but I feel bad about all of that. I should have asked something else. He doesn't seem upset at me but that must have been a lot for him to tell me. I'm glad that he did. I want to hold him close and tell him it will be alright. "I'm sorry about that. That is a lot for a child to go through and I understand part of what you went through."
He looks up at me, confused. I guess me saying that I understand part of what he went through because I was abused as well was surprising to him. The only difference is I killed my father and I never had a mother, or at least not since Frey was born as she died soon after.
"What do you mean?"
How should I explain this to him? I can't tell him all of it as then he will know I am in the mafia and not just a police officer as that is just my cover-up. "I mean, my dad wasn't happy with who I was and was extremely abusive. I don't have any memories of my mom as she died giving birth to Frey."
"Oh. I'm sorry. At least we do have that in common." I guess so. I didn't think that this is when we would find out that we have something in common but it works. I smile at him. "I guess so."
For a while after that, we just kept asking each other questions. He does keep asking things about my job which is a bit weird but I think I can cover up the truth well. I don't know why he wants to know so much about being a police officer but he does. I do end up slipping up that people want to kill me, which I can only imagine doesn't look good for me. He was just asking about my scars and I split up. At this rate, he will know that I have been lying to him and he will most likely hate me because of it. I wonder if I could tell him and then have him stay still. I could kidnap him again. What if we visit his mother? That should work out. Then if she tries anything I can save him so when I tell him I can remind him of that and he will stay. I know it is manipulative but it would work out great. I would just have to convince him to want to go. Or I could get his mother here.