Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: 396- Left Out

The next morning was quite unexpected for the Sinclair kids. They all came out of their bedroom rubbing their eyes as they could hear loud laughter coming from the kitchen.

"I wonder who this is?" Abi remarked clutching her small stuffed toy in one hand and holding Georgie’s in the other one.

"Sounds like Mrs. Sinclair!" Georgie whispered, his eyes staring ahead.

"Impossible!" Alex remarked at that. It had been such a long time since they all heard their mommy laugh like that.

The sound almost sounded alien to their ears.

"Mommy must be happy due to Abigail’s health," Ariel threw her arm around Abi’s frail shoulders and squeezed her. She also gave a side glance to the boy who was becoming Abigail’s shadow with each passing day.

However, this was not the suitable time to focus on Georgie but on their mom.

They all stopped dead when they saw whatever was visible going on in the kitchen.

Marissa was sitting on the counter; her hands were holding a knife as if she was holding a mic. The commentary was going on about how Rafael was frying something, tossing what seemed to be a potato stick like a cricket ball, perhaps too scared of the hot oil.

"Mr. Sinclair. This is my kitchen, not your cricket ground," Marissa scratched her head and shook her face in fake disappointment.

"Mrs. Sinclair. No need to make fun of me. I’m trying. Ok?" he threw the potato sticks in the pan, but it landed on the counter instead, "I’ve never stepped into my kitchen in my entire life," he mumbled before picking up another potato piece from the big glass bowl.

None of them had realized that their kids were observing them with great interest. They all exchanged wide-eyed glances, trying to process whatever was going on in the kitchen.

"Is that really... mommy and daddy?" Abi whispered, her hand’s grip tightening around Georgie’s.

She had witnessed how worried they both were when she was recovering after her surgery.

"Looks like it," Alex muttered who stood behind her unable to tear his eyes away from their parents.

"I think..." Ariel tried to keep her voice low, "Daddy’s trying to cook. This is a first!"

"It’s a disaster!" Alex quipped with a grin, nudging Georgie from the other side.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Marissa’s commentary drew their attention once again, "We are witnessing history here. Mr. Sinclair is attempting to cook for the first time in his life. Can we all give him a standing ovation?" she had started giggling by the end of it.

Rafael shot a mock glare over his shoulder, "If you remember I already cooked pancakes for all of you once. This frying is not my cup of tea," poor him cursed himself for offering his breakfast expertise to his wife.

This morning, after making love he wanted to cook pancakes for her, but she insisted that she wanted to eat french fries.

Now who eats French fries for breakfast? He thought with a sigh.

This time Rafael managed to drop the potato sticks covered in breadcrumbs more confidently, "Mrs. Sinclair," he spoke in between the whizzing sound of the oil, "I’d like to see you face a board meeting with a mic."