The next day Zac woke up early to go for a run. When he got back, Fatima was still asleep so he showered and went to make their breakfast. Fatima loved french toast so he made it for her. He didn't make any eggs because he knew they'd send her to throwing up. He was in the kitchen singing Love Calls by Kem when Fatima came into the kitchen watching him.
Zac: *with his back turned* T that's you?
Fatima: do you have eyes in the back of your head?
Zac: no i have superpowers. i'm always on high alert
Fatima: you should've been on high alert when you got shot
Zac finally looks back at Fatima with a straight face
Zac: good morning to you too
Fatima: good morning sir *smiling* what you making?
Zac: french toast
Fatima: i was literally dreaming about french toast thank you so much
Zac: you're welcome. uh ma'am you need to sit down
Fatima: what?
Zac goes and picks Fatima up putting her on the counter and giving her a strawberry
Fatima: where's the eggs?
Zac: if i made eggs you'd be throwing up from the smell
Fatima: but i want eggs baby
Zac: you're going to throw up
Fatima: please?
Zac: alright fine but if you throw up i'm not making them no more *getting the eggs from the fridge*
Fatima: i'm not going to
Zac began making the eggs and while Fatima wanted to be right, she was wrong. She tried so hard not to let the smell affect her but she couldn't hold it and ran to the bathroom.
Zac: that girl don't listen
He threw the eggs away grabbed her some water and went to go check on Fatima. He kneeled down and rubbed her back
Zac: babe i told you
Fatima: shut up Zachary
Zac: drink this water
Fatima downs the water
Fatima: thank you
Zac: you're welcome. now you get in the bed, i'll bring you your french toast and i'll rub your feet
Fatima: okay
Zac finished cooking while Fatima brushed her teeth and got comfortable in the bed. When he finished, he brought Fatima her food and some apple juice and placed it on a tray in the bed. Fatima immediately started eating because it smelled delicious.
Fatima: *mouth full* where's yours?
Zac: *grabbing her feet* i'll eat in a little bit
Fatima: why would you do that? we eat together
Zac: do you want me to rub your feet or eat?
Fatima: i want you to eat with me
Zac: alright i'll go get my plate
Fatima: can you bring some more strawberries please?
Zac: of course anything else?
