The Trials of Loving Her

Anytime Chapter 8

When the morning came, the first thing I did was look at my watch. It was a couple minutes past nine and somehow I still smelt like puke even though I was stripped down to my boxers. When I left the couch, I went straight to the shower and after a long fifteen minute bath, I got out and went into my room for a fresh suit. I saw her lying on her back with her hair all messy, still sound asleep. Even when she’s sleeping she looks like a work of art. I left after grabbing my clothes, dressing myself as fast as I could and hurried down the stairs. 

   “Where are you racing off to?” my mom asked as she stood by the lower staircase.

   “I’m gonna run over to Radiancy and buy a few things,” I answered, “I won’t be long.”

   “That van that’s parked out in our driveway,” she said, giving me a stern look. “I recognised it as soon as I saw it. Is that Sera you have sleeping in your room?”

   “Yeah,” I answered with a smile. 

   “That explains your sudden mood change,” she added. “I haven’t seen you this happy since Jessie came back home from college, and that was years ago.”

   “If she wakes up before I return, tell her I’ll be back with breakfast.”

   “Don’t bother; I grabbed some scones earlier this morning. I made coffee and I got you those organic oranges you like so much from the farmer’s market. There’s fresh eggs and bacon in the fridge, you can help yourself.”

   “Okay,” I then said. “I still need to head out; she likes these blueberry muff…”

   “Check the kitchen counter,” my mom interrupted me. “I got her some.”

   “You’re the best,” I said before leaving her as I headed off into the kitchen.

   “I know,” she replied as if she was almost proud of herself.

    As I reached into the kitchen, I began chopping up onions and garlic while the frying pan sat on the fire, cooking some half frozen bacon. I broke four eggs into a bowl, adding Culantro seasoning along with some slices of cheese, hints of mustard, salt and a pinch of black pepper. When the bacon was done, I took it out and I threw the onion and the garlic into the oil. As it got a bit brown I added in the beaten eggs. When I was all finished, I threw the scrambled eggs into some scones and I then proceeded to squeeze a few oranges until I filled two glasses right to their brims.

   “Hey,” I heard Sera’s voice as she was entering into the kitchen, taking a seat on the wooden stool next to the counter.

   “Hi,” I said back, watching as she wiped the yampee from her eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

   “Surprisingly comfortable,” she answered. “Your mom told me you were making me breakfast,” she said the words as if she was shocked. “Do you always make breakfast for the girls you bring home?”

   “Only the pretty ones,” I replied as she smiled back. “Try this,” I said, placing the plate at the front of her. 

   “A scone sandwich,” she said excitingly. “You even bought me muffins.”

   “My mom did. You can thank her later,” I assured her. “You must be having the worst hangover right about now. The juice will help.”

   When she took the first mouthful of juice, she placed the glass back down, smiling as she stared at me. “This tastes really good, it’s refreshing.” She then looked over to the other side of the counter, staring at the orange peels. She got up from her seat and she came up to me, staring into my eyes before wrapping her arms around me. “Thank you,” she whispered. “No guy has ever made me breakfast before.”