Chapter 89 Mama's Boy?

• After dinner, they moved to the couch, where Lance's head rested comfortably in Edwin's lap. Edwin's fingers gently carded through Lance's hair, the repetitive motion soothing them both. The Christmas tree twinkled in the corner, casting a warm, magical glow over the room.
• "Lance," Edwin began, curiosity tinging his voice, "how did you learn to cook so well? It's not a skill I would have expected from a professional footballer."
• A wistful smile touched Lance's lips. "Even though it doesn’t show, I was a bit of a Mama's boy."