Cooking

Atlas entered the kitchen and looked around. It was nothing like his kitchen even though he had never cooked there before. It was just a simple kitchen with appliances scattered on the counter tops, a fridge at the corner and a cabinet.

Atlas rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. How was he going to cook for her? He didn't even remember the last time he entered the kitchen. His brother had done all the cooking when he was around and when he wasn't; he just hired a chef to cook for him.

His expression slid into a frown. Taking his phone from his pocket, he dialed his chef's number. On the first rang, he picked the call.

"Mr. Martini." He greeted.

"Yeah, are you busy right now? I need your help."

"No-No. I'm never busy for you boss. How may I help you?"

Atlas bit his lips. "What food is easier to prepare for a woman having her period for breakfast?"

The chef was silence for a minute before he finally spoke, "Hmm at this time of the day grilled cheese and tomato soup would be perfect. It would boost her energy levels."

"Hmm. Can you guide me on how to prepare? I will video call you."

"Okay sir."

Atlas hang up the call and immediately video called him. He placed his phone on the counter and listened to the chef's instructions.

The chef watched as Atlas glided across the kitchen. He washed his hands in the sink, open the cabinet and removed all the spices he recommended for him. Fortunately,

Meredith had everything he needed to prepare the soup.

With a new found confidence he opened the fridge and took out fresh products that he needed for it.

Deep concentration marred on his face as he diced the tomatoes.

Setting a pot on the stovetop, Atlas stirred in butter, onions, cream and blended fresh tomatoes allowing the soup to simmer in the flame after meticulously following the chef's instructions.

He seemed quite good at this whole cooking thing. Maybe he should learn how to cook? Because one day Meredith might need him to cook and his chef wouldn't be around to guide him. He had no idea how wrong his thoughts were; already thinking about the future with her.

"How is it?" The chef voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Atlas dipped a spoon into the bubbling pot, taking a bit of soup to taste. He blew on it before he put it in his mouth.

His eyes lit up. He felt happy and proud of himself to be able to pull something he had never done before off.

"Perfect." His features soften as he replied the chef.

The chef chuckled, "I'm glad. You seem to have natural talent for cooking, Mr. Martini."

Atlas nodded, "Yeah. I will be learning how to cook from now onwards. You will be teaching me."

The chef widened his eyes in shock, "Why do you want to learn how to cook, sir?"

Atlas shrugged. He wasn't going to tell him, it's because of a girl.

"Are you trying to impress a woman?" The chef teased him. He has been working for Atlas for years now, so he knew his boss quite well and they had a good relationship.

There was no way he would suddenly call him to help him cook and the kitchen seemed so ordinary to be Atlas's kitchen.

Atlas ignored his question, "When will it be done?" He inquired rather changing the question.

"Leave it for about 10 minutes for the flavors to be marry together. Lower the stove and placed the lid on top-."

"Atlas-" A female voice sound interrupting the chef.

Atlas tensed, he quickly reached his phone and hung up the call.

Meredith entered the kitchen wearing a baggy sweats pants and a baggy black T-shirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun.

"Who were you talking to?" She asked coming to stand in front of him.

"I was on the phone." Atlas replied. In one swift moment, he lifted her off the ground and placed her on the countertop.

"How are you feeling now?" He questioned standing in between her legs which was dangling off the edge of the countertop.

Meredith smiled and placed her hands on his shoulder, "Now that you're here, I'm so much better!"

Atlas rolled his eyes, not minding how intimate they were right now. For some inexplicable reason he loved the atmosphere between them.

"What are you cooking? Are you done?"

"No, will be done in a few minutes, and I'm cooking tomato soup with grilled cheese. I was about to do the grilled cheese when you entered."

Atlas left her to check up on the soup with Meredith following behind him.

"I can do the cheese grilled so that we finish early. I'm hungry." Meredith said, pouting which caused Atlas's gaze to fell on her lips.

Quickly diverting his gaze, he cleared his throat. He was about to excuse himself to watch how to prepare the grilled cheese on YouTube. Thank God, she offered to help.

Atlas furrowed his brows; he really didn't want her to work but he had no choice since he had no idea on what to do. This fuel his zeal to learn how to cook.

"Aright!"

They both worked in hand in the kitchen with Atlas passing her stuff and him making sure that the soup didn't burn. The movements between them were so in sync like they looked like old married couple.

"This is so cool cooking together." Meredith said, looking straight into his eyes.

Atlas's lips curled into a smile as he poured the soup into a bowl.

"Hmm." He replied as he took the bowl to the dining table while Meredith brought the grilled cheese.

"I can't wait to taste your craftmanship!" Meredith said as she settled herself on a chair.

Anxiousness flashed across Atlas's eyes as he watched Meredith stirred the soup. She took a spoonful and blow on it. He had no expertise in cooking and had just followed instructions to prepare this food.

He hopes she likes it because ever since he took over his company, he has been the one giving the instructions and not the other way. He had broken another rule for his angel.