"It's time to quit when it makes you mad." He yelled out to her from the kitchen. There were a couple of small gifts under the tree for her. King did the best he could with what they had. While she played the game he was busy in the kitchen making dinner.
Christmas dinner. There was a ham in the oven. Rolls rising. Potatoes boiling. No, he was not a chef by any means but he could read and follow instructions like nobodies business.
Thank god for the Betty Crocker cookbook he decided to pick up from the local book shop. Wiping his hand off on the apron, plain white you shit heads, he strolled into the living room, sipping from a glass of egg nog as he went.
"Just like vamps Ab, shoot 'em in the head." He leaned against the back of the couch watching her play. She was fucking cute with her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth. "How's the arm, baby? Need another pill?"