This story is the continuation of Behind closed doors so if you haven't read that one I suggest to start there. This novel is more storydriven than BCD and also involves more focus on the other characters in the Overwatch family.
The story picks up...
Jack didn't know for how long he had been lying there, just soaking in the radiance of this stunning woman, but eventually he managed to snap himself out of it. He was raised better than this and the least he could do was to make her some breakfast.
Carefully he freed himself from Angela's embrace. He put on a pair of sweatpants and tiptoed out of the bedroom. He went into the bathroom for a quick clean-up and then continued to the kitchen. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he located a coffee pot, a frying pan and some eggs. Sunny side up, just like he used to have them back home as a kid.
Jack had always loved cooking. His favorite thing as a child was to spend the Sunday mornings with his grandparents in the kitchen, preparing a lovely lunch and dessert for his parents as they came back from working on the farm in Indiana.
Nowadays, or rather ever since he joined Overwatch, he didn't get to do it nearly as often as he wished. Either others had been doing it for him, him being occupied with other tasks, or he had had to buy food while on the road.
Thinking about it, he actually couldn't remember the last time he cooked.
He got to work, carefully frying the eggs while keeping an eye on the coffee.
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He simply couldn't stop himself from grinning ear to ear. He was just enjoying his moment of being somewhere safe, homely and doing something that he truly liked. Last night had been something completely different as well which also furthered his already carefree mood.
The painful memories of Gabriel still flashed through his mind here and there, but he tried to stay focused on what he was doing. His thoughts started to wander off again. Maybe he should get himself a place like this. A house somewhere far away with a garden, maybe even a farm. Have some animals, work the land, like he had done back in Indiana.
"Hey...," Angela's tired voice called out to him, interrupting his train of thoughts.
He turned around and crossed eyes with a somewhat sleep drunk Angela wrapped in the covers from the bed.
"Good morning, sunshine," he chuckled as he saw her barely open eyes and somewhat messy hair before turning his attention back to the frying pan. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."
He felt her gentle arms embracing him from behind and hugging him tightly. She gave out a loud yawn and leaned her head against his back.
"What are you cooking?" she mumbled. "It smells great."
"Just some eggs and coffee," he softly said with a satisfied smile as her hands rubbed his chest and stomach. "I can make toast as well, if you have some at home."
"Eggs will do just fine," she yawned.
With Angela still clinging on to him, he reached over for some seasoning and then some plates.
