Just like old times

I walked down to the kitchen...cooking something up...it was my mom's famous Fettitcine ALfredo dishes that she loved too cook so much... I had the Chicken, I had the Macoroni, and I had the cheese....My hands became a blur as I shredded the cheese in an instant. All of it falls onto a plate.

"Need some help?" a voice asked, I glanced to the right and spot my mother leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, a gentle smile on her face.

I shrugged, "Sure."

She walked over to me, gave a gentle kiss to my cheek before she went to where the knives were, she grabbed a knife before she went to the chicken and started to cut pieces off.

I grabbed a pot...from under the stove, went to the kitchen and started to fill it up with water, I put it on the fire... 5 in total...2 on each side, and one in the center.

I put it on the top left side. and lit the stove up...10 levels on each...I put it on 9

My mother finished cutting the peaces off, before she went to the cabinet, and grabbed four bowls. She grabbed the Cheese and the chicken and dumped them both in each.

At the same time, I reached my hand out for the macaroni and put it in the water which was now boiling.

"Reminds me of old times huh," Mom said with a smile.

I closed my eyes and chuckled, as I remembered this exact scene long ago.

"DAD....THE HOE HASN"T LEFT!" GIne's voice shouted.

"IGNORE HER!" I called back,

"IT"S REALLY HARD TO DO THAT WHEN SHE IS BREATHING REALLY LOUD!" GINE CALLED BACK. "IT"S REALLY ANNOYING..."

"Why don't you call the police?" Mom asked, "Surely they would deal with something like this..."

I sighed, "Because they would only make the situation worse."

May quirked an eyebrow, "Oh?"

I rubbed my temples, "The last time something like this happened, the police did what we asked, but they ended up being the bigger problems because we were harassed by them as well..."

Mom frowned, "What did they try to get with you too?"

"Well...the girl did." I sighed, "the guy tried to get with my wife, but it didn't end up well for him."

Mom shook her head, "Honestly do these people not know boundaries?"

I shrugged, "Well we are more than powerful of dealing with it on our own but we'd rather not come....well I'd rather not come to use it...my wife another hand....let's just say that the dude won't be able to give birth anymore."

"You know they can sue you right?" May asked, "Aren't you worried about that?"

"I got it all on camera." I deadpanned, "If they try to sue me, then I will just show the judge a recording of everything that happened then, they broke multiple laws in this video which is far worse than what we did, which kicked their asses simply out of self-defense, which failed miserably."

Mom blinked before she smirked, "Nice..."

I grabbed the butter...and I grabbed the flower, and I put a little bit in the pot...before I mixed it slowly...

Mom walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the milk carton before she opened it and poured as much as it was needed.

I grabbed 3 other pots from below the stove and put that on each of the fire...and did the same while my mother poured the milk in each, before grabbing a mixing spoon and started mixing it slowly until it was mixed well enough...

Once the Sauce was boiling...I grabbed the cheese and slowly poured it in as my mother mixed it in slowly....from then you could smell the smell of the cheese melting into the sauce.

The same was done to each of the pots.

...Eventually, after continuous mixing, the sauce was complete; as well as the pasta.

The pasta was litterally overflowing, so I had to pour it in really fast or else it would fall out, not only fast but quickly.

Mother put the milk down on the counter befrore she grabbed the plate and placed it below the pot...as poured equal amounts of pasta in each Sauce pot. Some of the pasta dropped onto the plate, but nothing onto the floor.

Once that was done...My mother poured the rest that dropped onto the pot onto the sauce pots while I gently put the pot down onto the stove. I went to grab this big ass bowl.

My mother put down the plate before grabbing a Stand that could fit the Bowl before she went to stir the pasta in the sauce.

The Stand was about the size of a Medium size mattress, as was the bowl.

Once I put the bowl on the stand, I grabbed two pots while my mom grabbed the other two, and we gently poured the pasta into the bowl filling it up completely.

I went to grab a spoon that was a foot taller than the stand itself and began to mix pasta together...once it was done. We both looked at our work.

I glanced to my mother and smirked, "Just like old times."

Mother giggled slightly, "let me prepare the plates..."

She gave me a peck on the forehead, before she did as she was told