Melissa Jordan is a third year resident at Chicago Med after a rough start in life believing her father had died only to learn he was a crooked cop in the Chicago PD she learnt never to trust anyone even her own family but after a fire fighter is br...
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CHAPTER TWELVE HOME
The next morning, I woke up beside Christopher with a wide smile on my face, particularly when I turned to see him still fast asleep. Just as I was about to drift back off, I heard a knock at the door before it swung open.
"Hey, Luke," I said, smiling at the sight of him standing in the doorway.
A groan escaped from Christopher beside me as he stirred awake. "I was wondering if we're still baking for the bake sale after school," Luke asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"Of course! Is anyone else awake?" I asked, glancing at Christopher, who was rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up.
"No," Luke replied, still standing there nervously.
"Go and wake them up, and I'll make everyone pancakes," I said, which instantly caused a grin to spread across Luke's face.
"Okay!" Luke exclaimed, before dashing out of the room, accidentally slamming the door behind him. The noise made Christopher groan again, and he buried his head under his pillow.
"Morning," I said softly, crawling over to him. I gently removed the pillow from his face and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
Before I knew it, he had rolled on top of me. "We can't do this now," I said, laughing softly. "The kids are awake, and I need to go make breakfast."
He kissed my neck again. "Nope," he muttered, clearly not interested in getting up.
I shoved him off me. "Get up!" I said firmly.
Christopher rolled over, clearly hoping to drift back to sleep. But I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and when I returned to the bedroom, he was fast asleep again.
"Christopher," I said, standing with my hands on my hips. When he didn't stir, I walked over and pulled the blanket off him.
"Come on, I'm not dealing with the kids by myself," I added, crossing my arms.
He finally opened his eyes and groggily pulled himself out of bed. "Thank you," he muttered, still half-asleep. "I'll see you downstairs."
I smiled at him as I opened the door and made my way onto the landing, where the kids were already heading downstairs.
"Where's Lee Henry?" I asked, glancing at Luke.
"Still in bed. I tried," Luke replied with a shrug before continuing downstairs.
I walked down the corridor and opened Lee Henry's door. "Lee Henry, I'm making breakfast, so you need to get up and have something before school," I said, standing in the doorway.
"Ugh," he groaned, rolling over in bed.
"You have five minutes. Then I'm coming back," I said, closing the door behind me before heading downstairs to find the kids gathered at the kitchen counter, waiting for breakfast.
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