As new morning came
Lucifer was still laying beside Mia on bed
While cristopher was preparing to go on work.
Lucifer sleeping dreaming about joke of a fate he has experienced in his previous world as when his dream reached point of nun fiona marriage with alfredo he woke up from that nightmare.
Flustrated he saw beside him sleeping Mia with serene expression on her face like sleeping with Lucifer is the only salvation she got in life, trying to control his urge to kiss her lips Lucifer still thought kissing lips is too much as he just pecked at her cheeks and left the room as his morning wood was so much eager to relieve itself and is rock hard bulging with pink cloured crown.
Due to his panic and restlessness he didn't saw back as Mia have a gentle smile on her lips as she got everything she needs in life.
As she is still tired she didn't mind that cristopher has to go to work or he might need breakfast or lunch she continued to lay on bed and sleep.
Meanwhile Lucifer just somehow controlled his urges and his dick went to soft he strolled through the house and saw cristopher in the kitchen trying to make his own breakfast and lunch which he was utterly incapable of
No matter how much he hates him for having being a chuck fetish he was still his dad.
Well as Mia said yesterday that she dont know if her all 3 children have same father this is matter of fact no one knew , still cristopher have cared for him(original lucifer) and his sisters for so long and strive for their betterment Lucifer felt compassion for him as he went near him and said in nutral tone
"Dad,, go do your other works I'll make breakfast today well I think that might be better then this horrendous dish you are trying to make hehehehe.... "".
Listening to him cristopher shook his head said
" Cooking isn't work of kids you might burn your fingers and minght again need a healer or might take help from Derek and I'm sure he will don't accept payment in cash but in sex so just let me do this work and you go freshen up a bit".
Lucifer got remained of Derek and get his mood sour and want to curse cristopher for enjoying that moment but still he doesn't loose his control and said
"Let's bet if I can cook or not
If I'll make a good and edible breakfast I'll win and if not or have commit any mistake I'll loose. If I win I want nothing from you as everything I have is because of you and mom. But if I'll loose I'll work in your place with double effort for next 10 days and you can kiss mom while doing sex or anything. "
What have you got to say? .
Listening to lucifer first half cristopher have tears in his eyes as he controlled his emotion and after listening second half he was excited and said I'll accept this.
Then Lucifer said "ok.... So menu will we sunny side eggs with bacon strips.
Along with chicken vegetable soup and bread
and for all these it will take 1 hour and I think you have enough time before you go for work".
Cristopher said "ok lets see how my son is well verse in culinary arts".
Then listening to this Lucifer said " Let's see".
Ah i just remember mother and Derek said you have chuck fetish no?
Cristopher said "yes but where this come from"
Then Lucifer said "if I won I'll take mom for myself well as mom 1st husband your place is unshakeable but if I won I'll be her second husband as well as her son".
Amused listening to lucifer claim cristopher said " Ok" Means if you won I have to call you (""brother son"") Hahahhahhahha".he laughed uncontrollably.
Then lucifer said "let's just you watch, you chuck dad".
With the confidence of a man who had already watched three cooking shows, he marched into the kitchen and retrieved several strips of pork. These were not just pork strips—these were future bacon. He nodded respectfully at them, knowing great things were about to happen.
He placed a frying pan on the burner like a knight laying down his shield, sprayed oil with unnecessary flair, and gently laid the bacon onto the pan. The sizzle began immediately, as if the bacon itself was cheering. Each side was fried for exactly two minutes—not a second more, not a second less—because timing is everything in life and bacon.
Salt and pepper followed, sprinkled from a height that suggested years of professional experience (there were none). Butter joined the party, along with rosemary and thyme, instantly transforming the kitchen into something that smelled suspiciously expensive.
Without washing the pan—because flavor remembers—he cracked eggs into the same pan. One side was cooked, the other left gloriously untouched, because sunny-side-up eggs believe in freedom. Soon, 8 eggs and 16 strips of bacon lay before him, staring back proudly, as if asking, "What's next, Chef?"
What was next, indeed.
He began chopping vegetables to make a classic mirepoix, slicing with the seriousness of someone defusing a bomb. Then, casually—very casually—he chopped chicken bones, as though this was something everyone does on a weekday.
A pot was placed on the burner, water added (about three-quarters full, measured with the heart), and the chicken bones were tossed in. High heat. Fifteen minutes. The broth bubbled away, slowly turning into liquid gold, or at least something that smelled impressive.
Back at the pan, the mirepoix was stir-fried for ten minutes until it looked "chef-approved." Chicken was added, followed by salt, pepper, turmeric, coriander powder, and a collection of secret spices known only to him and the universe. Everything cooked together beautifully, like a well-rehearsed orchestra.
The chicken broth joined the mixture, and the soup simmered calmly for ten more minutes while the chef nodded knowingly, as if he had planned this all along.
Finally, he declared, "Only bread remains," as if baking bread were a minor side quest. Almost effortlessly—according to eyewitnesses—he kneaded dough, let it rest, baked it, and produced fresh bread like it was no big deal.
And just like that, within an hour, a legendary feast stood ready:
crispy bacon, rebellious sunny-side eggs, rich chicken vegetable soup, and freshly baked bread.
He wiped his hands, looked at the meal, and thought to himself,
"Yes. I will definitely brag about this."
By this time almost every nook and cranny of the the house is filled with savoury smell of food unable to resist the urge of just eating and gulping like starved beast both of my sister and my mother came down to dining hall and placed themselves as they were kindgarden students who are obidient and listen every command of teacher.
And like this every one including cristopher savour food and enjoyed their family time togather as there was a festival going on.