Sunday

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Zack has been in London for two days now. Sunday assigned him to sleep together with their daughter in Stella's room.

The time now is 8 in the morning, and Sunday just finished preparing breakfast.

Sunday has to go somewhere early today because she has a shoot.

She knocked on Stella's door gently and waited for Zack to answer it. "Zack? Are you awake?"

Zack has been awake for some time now. The coldness of London was new to him.

"I am." After a few seconds, Zack went out, shirtless. Sunday's breath hitched in her throat.

"There's breakfast on the table. I have to be in the location of my shoot by 9, and I can't be late, so."

Zack nodded his head and scratched his head. "Thanks, Sunday."

Sunday smiled at him. "Please watch over Stella."

Zack returned the smile. A very dashing smile, Sunday thought. "Of course. I'll clean the house in return."

"That'll be great, Zack. Thank you."

Zack yawned and nodded his head.

"Alright." Sunday said. "I'm going. Take care of Stella, alright? Wash her by 10. After breakfast, brush her teeth and put some lotion on her. Also, don't let her watch the television for more than an hour. Read to her, please." Sunday instructed as she made her way to the door.

Zack chuckled. "Alright, mother goose. Goodbye."

He then went to the kitchen and ate the breakfast Sunday cooked. It was still the typical American breakfast; eggs, bacon, toasted bread, pancakes, and sausages.

"Good thing she still has the American spirit in her." Zack chuckled. He drank the coffee Sunday brewed and listened to some music in Spotify - his Alt Rock playlist.

It was already 9:15 in the morning, and he decided to wake Stella up. He sat down beside her on the bed and shook her softly. "I hate to wake you up, baby, but you need to wake up now."

After four tries, Stella finally woke up. Zack carried her to the kitchen and fed her breakfast. At about 10:30, Zack washed his daughter and helped her wear the clothes Sunday picked out.

"I wanted to wear the purple one." Stella pouted as she sat on the floor, refusing to wear the blue shirt.

Zack chuckled. "But mum picked this. Do you want mum to be mad at me?"

"No. I'm sowwy. I'll weaw it."

Zack did everything Sunday has instructed. The time was 11:06, and Sunday didn't even instruct him what to do on lunch.

Stella played on the living room with her toys as Zack dialled Sunday's number. It rang for two seconds before it was answered.

"Sunday? It's Zack." Zack said.

"Hey. This is Laurie." 

"Oh. Hey, Laurence. Uh--can I talk to Sunday? This is really important."

Laurence hummed. "Yeah. About that, she's still having a shoot. I'm afraid she can't be disturbed. If she's done, I'll tell her. So, what is it?"

Zack rolled his eyes. "It's okay, man. Nothing to worry about. Talk to you soon."

"Are you sure? I can relay it to her." Laurence assured. He seemed nice and friendly, but Zack just don't like him.

Zack sighed. "Really. It's alright, man. Thanks."

"Yeah. No problem."

"Yeah. Talk to you soon."

Laurence laughed on the other line. "Of course, man. Bye."