Chapter 172 HUSBAND MATERIAL
Claire woke up to find Stan preparing breakfast. She smiled as she noticed him struggle with the eggs he was trying to mix.
“What are you trying to prepare?” She asked chuckling.
Stan looked up, his face flushed with effort, and smiled sheepishly. "Scrambled eggs, but I think I'm making a mess of it." He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm not exactly the next Gordon Ramsay, am I?"
Claire giggled, getting out of bed and walking over to him. "Let me help you, Stan. You're going to end up with a plate of rubber eggs at this rate." She playfully rolled her eyes and took the spoon from him, expertly whipping the eggs into a fluffy mixture.
“You don’t cook much?” She asked
“I could learn.” He answered without exactly answering her question.
Claire poured the mixture into the pan.
Stan watched her, his eyes warm with appreciation. "Thanks, Claire. I don't know what I'd do without you." He said, his voice low with forced sincerity.
Emily walked out of the room to see St

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