He loves me.....

Chapter 9 Taylors POV

I woke up this morning right where I left off last night, with the avengers playing on the tv and a popcorn bucket on the table near me. Blindly I looked over at the clock, it was 10:30 am.... I thought and managed to grumble out a "it's only 10:30??" and fall back asleep. Soon enough after words I woke back up and read the clock again, this time it read 11:50 am. "Much better" I said to myself. I sat up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen and thought about breakfast, I walked over to boil some water for tea and went back over to the refrigerator. I peered inside the refrigerator and found some eggs, strawberries and left over pancakes from yesterday's breakfast. I put the pancakes on a plate and walked toward the microwave, put it in for 30 seconds. I speed walked over to the eggs and put those in the pan I had just set on the stove for medium heat. Before the 30 seconds were up I managed to quickly grab a cutting board and a knife to cut up the strawberries. **beep, beep, beep** the microwave was going off, the 30 seconds were up. I walked over to the microwave and set the pancakes aside on the counter. The eggs were cooking and would be ready to flip in a minute or so. I went back to my place near the strawberries and cut around 15 of those up and put them in a bowl to eat along with the rest of my breakfast. I hurried to the eggs that were probably on the verge of burning, and noticed that they were just perfectly cooked now, I flipped them over and flipped them back again. The eggs were done. I grabbed my plate and again hurried my way toward the eggs so they for real didn't burn this time. I put those on my plate and set that over at the table. I grabbed the bowl of strawberries, a fork, and the syrup. I set those all at the table so I could say my grace and thanks to God that I lived to see another beautiful day and that my boyfriend was such a gentleman. I finished eating breakfast and complimented myself on not catching anything on fire. I washed my hand and dishes and set off for upstairs. I walked into my room and grabbed a pear of high-waisted skinny jeans that were designed to be ripped but not all the way through just enough to see the stitches on the jeans. And a pretty crop top to go with it. It was an off white and and had the word forever stitched in cursive along the middle on an angle just perfect to make it look pretty. I looked into the mirror, the jeans and shirt almost covered my stomach completely except if I put my arms up, I would reveal not much but a little part of my stomach. I decided to straighten my hair and wear my glasses. Not long after I heard a doorbell.