The Kents

Forty Nine

As the intense nightmare wore off and I lightly flinched awake, I felt something move under my outstretched arm.

I directly lift it off.

It was Emma. She was trying to slip from under my arm.

"Are you okay?" I ask my voice sounding hoarse.

"Yes, I just need the bathroom." She says excusing herself.

I flip to my back and rub my damp forehead with my fingers, wanting to remember what the nightmare was about...

A moment ago the images were there...

Now they just ceased to exist.

I brush my fingers through my hair and pull myself up.

It was eleven in the morning.

Emma should get some breakfast before twelve.

I leave her room and head to mine and wash up before getting downstairs to the kitchen to make her some food.

I scramble some eggs, tossing in a variety of vegetables and a good mixture of cheese.

I'll admit, I'm not a very good cook. I've mastered a very few plates and scrambled eggs wasn't one of which...

I also dice fresh watermelon and add on it some berries and bananas.

That'll do...

"Wow..." I turn at the sound of Erik's morning sarcasm...

"I've lived to see you cook breakfast for a woman..." He smirks and I squint at his ridiculousness.

Emma descends...

Freshly showered and looking mighty fine...

Her face was flushed, her skin looked revitalized, and she looked really well.

"I hope that's for me..." She eagerly approaches the kitchen counter and I sort of tense...

The plates were neat and well garnished, but I didn't know about the taste...

She takes the first forkful and I patiently wait for her remark.

She doesn't speak but she takes another forkful.

I tear my gaze away from her when I notice that someone was currently staring at us with the world's most nerve wrecking smirk ever.

I glare at him and he chuckles before propping his arms above the counter.

"Is it delicious?" He fires his question and my urge to kill increases...

Emma holds out a finger for him to wait while she-

I look down at her plate and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She wiped the whole plate!

When did that happen?!

She gathers on the fork the very lasts of egg crumbles all at once and sweeps the fork clean between her lips.

"Good girl..." I chuckle and she glances at me innocently. Then she turns to me...

She licks her lips clean with a tinge of tease in the way she looked at me while she did it...

And I could swear it, if Erik wasn't fucking watching us like a hawk right now...

I would've cleaned them for her myself...

I swallow down that wayward urge and look away...

"This too..." I point at the fruit plate and she detests mutely before lifting another fork up.