CLATTER! CLATTER!
The sound of something breaking downstairs made Jack wake up from his sleep.
"What's that sound? Something broke." Hearing the sound, half asleep, he ran downstairs. He noticed the sound was coming from the kitchen. When he walked into the kitchen, it was a total mess.
"What are you two doing here, breaking things first thing in the morning?" Jack looked at the broken plates and half-cooked things spilling everywhere, and then at the girls.
"We are cooking breakfast here, Dad," Emma answered, seeing Jack.
Looking at both of them trying to cook while looking at the internet with the help of Red Queen, and seeing the kitchen condition, he asked,
"Have you guys ever cooked before?"
"No we didn't, but don't ever underestimate us for that."
"Do you guys need help then?"
"No we don't, and don't disturb us," Emma said while she cracked the egg against the bowl, but the yolk slipped through her fingers and splattered across her hand.
"Eww!" she grimaced, holding up her sticky fingers.
Seeing this, both Jack and Morgan laughed.
Hearing the laughter, she looked angrily at them and with a sly smile, she cleaned her hand on Morgan's dress.
"Ah, Emma, what are you doing? Don't touch me," Morgan tried to escape but she was too late as Emma cleaned her hand on her.
"Eww, I only have this dress. I don't have any other to change into now," saying this, Morgan suddenly took a syrup bottle and spilled it on Emma.
"No!" They suddenly started throwing items from the kitchen at each other, not paying a single bit of attention to Jack, who was watching all of this.
"You both stop, stop," seeing these kids not the least bit intimidated by him and using the kitchen as a battlefield, he shouted and stopped them.
"She started this," Morgan complained.
"I didn't ask who started this. You guys don't ever cook without my permission from today in this house. Now you both clean this mess and take a bath. We will eat outside today."
Seeing Jack angry, both nodded.
"That's good," seeing this, Jack smiled.
"Dad, the only dress we had is now dirty. We need to buy new ones."
"Why didn't you guys tell me yesterday?" Jack slapped a hand to his forehead. "Silly me, I didn't even think about it either. And none of you reminded me."
He let out a sigh and shook his head.
"You guys clean this mess first. I will arrange something." Jack checked his house fully.
"Just as I thought. Except for the common items needed for a guest, I really don't have any clothes that would fit these girls." With no other option, Jack transformed into XLR8 and went to buy clothes.
"Emma, you really didn't have any spare clothes in the space bag?" Morgan asked Emma while cleaning.
"I have a few outfits there, but we need more, right? So I didn't lie there, but this is Dad's punishment for laughing at me," Emma said with a naughty smile.
"Poor godfather for having a daughter like you," Morgan said with a laugh.
Poor Jack, who didn't know any of that, bought all the items the girls needed and was waiting to pay the bills.
The woman behind Jack stared at the cart for a moment before blinking.
"That's... a lot of clothes."
Jack glanced at the overflowing cart.
"Yeah."
She smiled. "Please don't tell me you're carrying all that home by yourself."
"Unfortunately, I am."
The woman winced. "Good luck with that."
"It seems I really need to buy a car," Jack muttered as he paid the bill.
After a great deal of effort, he somehow managed to load all the bags into a cab. By the time he arrived home, even though the X serum meant he wasn't physically exhausted, he felt mentally a little tired.
The front door opened, and his eyes immediately landed on the girls.
"Wow. Lots of clothes," one of them said, staring at the mountain of shopping bags.
Jack blinked.
The girls were already wearing new outfits.
"You girls..."
For a moment, Jack felt completely played.
He folded his arms and refused to say another word, pretending to be upset. The girls exchanged nervous glances.
A few minutes later, they looked up at him with innocent, puppy-like eyes.
Jack held out for all of three seconds before sighing.
"Fine. You're forgiven."
The girls immediately broke into smiles.
"Thanks, Dad! / Thanks, Uncle!"
Jack shook his head, wondering why he even bothered trying to stay mad.
"Okay, I already brought breakfast. Let's eat before it gets cold."
The girls immediately brightened and rushed toward the dining table.
"Breakfast!" Emma cheered.
Jack set the bags aside and began unpacking the food. Soon, the table was filled with pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and cups of orange juice.
The girls quickly took their seats.
"It's my favorite," one of them said.
For the next few minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of conversation, laughter, and clinking plates. The girls chatted excitedly about their new clothes while Jack listened, occasionally shaking his head at their enthusiasm.
At one point, Emma nearly dropped a piece of toast while trying to tell a story, causing everyone to laugh.
"Slow down," Jack said. "The food isn't going anywhere."
By the time breakfast was over, most of the plates were empty.
The girls leaned back in their chairs with satisfied smiles while Jack gathered the empty containers and dishes.
Knock. Knock.
"Dad, I'll get it!" Emma called as she ran to the door.
She opened it — and froze.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the blonde woman standing outside.
"M..."
Emma quickly caught herself before the word could leave her mouth.
For a moment, she simply stood there, looking at Gwen.
Gwen was equally stunned.
"Emma, who is it?" Jack called from the kitchen.
Receiving no answer, he walked out and immediately saw the two staring at each other.
The moment he saw Gwen, Jack's heart skipped a beat.
Of all the times for Gwen to visit...
Anyone could see the resemblance between them. Emma looked almost like a miniature version of Gwen.
Why do things always go the opposite of what I think?
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