To, Xavier

Three

Nadiyah Roséine

I wasn't surprised when my body had woken me up before the sun had risen.

What I was surprised about was the absence of the familiar dark blue sky I had grown accustomed to waking up to.

Glancing around the room I allowed the memories of last night to flood my mind, effectively reminding me of the events that had taken place.

Bus stop

Offer

Black car

Mr Knight.

Sitting up, I felt a familiar movement in my abdomen as my hand instinctively went to caress my belly.

"Good morning Jellybean" I whisper with a smile.

Looking around the room I decide to fully get out if bed knowing I won't be able to go to sleep again.

My eyes wander towards the clock hang above the door.

5:56 am

An idea pops into the back of my mind and I  decide to go along with it, remembering the way we took last night I make my way back into what i hoped was the kitchen.

Smiling at myself for not getting lost I quietly as possible move around the room in search of the light switch.

Once I find it the room bursts with light and the now familiar room presents itself to me.

Heading for the large double door silver fridge I curiously look inside to find everything as I had predicted.

Boxes and boxes of take out and leftover meals had been stuffed into the fridge. Letting me know two things, he either couldn't cook or didn't have the time to.

Happily I got to work, things took a bit longer as I had to guess where pots and pans were and constantly having to grab a chair for me to access the cupboards.

But I eventually had things going as I maneuvered through the kitchen, I would show him gratitude the only way I could right now.

By cooking for him.

Hopefully he didn't feel like I had imposed his home.

I hummed to a song on the radio that I had turned on a while back not too loud to wake Mr Knight. The sizzling of sausages could be heard through the quiet house as I mixed the pancake batter.

"Why are you up so early?" A deep velvety voice groggily asked from behind effectively startling me.

Whipping myself around quickly I took in the heavenly sight of Mr Knight.

God surely took his time on this man, a pair of checkered black pajama pants hang low on his torso showing of the pair of Calvin Klein underwear underneath.

His hair was messy and surprisingly his glasses were off giving me a full view of his sculpted chest.

Snapping my eyes away from his broad chiseled chest I finally remembered that the handsome man had asked me the question.

"I-I  thought that-t I could maybe ma-make he breakfast to tha-thank you-u for last n-night" I struggled to spit out as a mild blush painted my mocha cheeks.

"Little miss you are a guest in this home, and that means I can be letting my guests cook our breakfast's" Mr Knight lightly scolded as he rounded the counter coming towards my side.

"No! P-please Sir its the least-t I can do and I'm already almost done" I pleaded unsure of how he'd take it.

I just wanted to show him I appreciated what he had done for me, is that too much?

After a moment a loud and heavy sigh escaped his pink lips as he turned back to sit on one of the barstools closest to me "Fine Missy, have it  your way."

A wide grin graced my lips as an overly excited Thank you was heard from me.

"I don't like the thought of you moving around too much, especially since you're pregnant." I suddenly heard his deep voice mutter audible enough for me to hear.

"I'm used to m-moving around con-constantly, comes with being homeless-s " I reply as I begin to dish out our plates.

"Well you're not homeless anymore, so I would really appreciate it if you sat down and let me do all the work" He continues on as I set his plate in front of him as I take a seat beside his strong build.

I watch as he wastes no time digging into the meal, letting out a satisfied groan of approval as more heat floods me cheeks.

Turning towards my own plate I reply, "But it's not li-like I am going to stay-y here forever eventually I-i have to find way to support m-myself"

"But that eventually is not right now,  so why not just relax and let me take care of you?" He shoots back stubbornly.

I have never met a man this hellbent on helping an absolute stranger, a larger part of me swoons at his kindness but the more logical side can not help but wonder what exactly he is getting out if this?

"I'll f-feel like I'm free loading I-i have to do some sor-sort of work Mr K-knight." I insist knowing fully well that this was an argument I didn't really have the upper hand on.

A moment of silence passes between us only the occasional clink of cutlery is to be heard. I begin to think he may have finally decided to just let me be but his voice interrupts that thought.

"Why do you insist on fighting me?" He asks in slight defeat. My heart going out to the strange man as I hear him ask such a simple but weighted question.

Maybe because I feel the need to contribute in your daily life in some shape or form so that you see me more as an asset than a liability and let me stay here until I figure myself out?

"I-I don't kn-know."

With that an oddly uncomfortable silence drifts between us, Mr Knight makes no effort to say anything else while I rack my brain for what to say.

Eventually he silently gets up and places both our plates in the sink.

"Go upstairs and get ready, we have a doctors appointment at eight"

And with that he gets up and exits the kitchen, leaving me to my own devices.

Did I upset him?