𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 |

chapter seven

Enzo

"Jesus fucking christ," I muttered, throwing a pillow over my face.

I know for a fact it was none other than my mother banging on my door like a crazed lunatic. It's her "morning ritual" as she likes to call it when I'm not up early enough to her liking. Just one morning, I'd like to sleep in without any interruptions. A man can't even enjoy the comfort of his own bed. That's obviously too much to ask.

The banging continued and I groaned out, rolling on my side to pull the blanket over my head completely. In this certain scenario, she'll either give up, barge in, or call my dad to force me out of bed.

Silently hoping it's the first option.

When the knocking stopped, I blew out a breath of relief and sat up, stretching my arms. I glanced over at my window with a sigh, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the brightness. There's no way to determine how long this peacefulness would last until someone began stomping up the stairs to drag me out.

The aroma of bacon from downstairs hit my nose and my stomach immediately growled in response to it. I didn't procrastinate any longer and rose to my feet, walking to my bathroom with a long yawn. I stepped in front of the mirror, grimacing at my disheveled hair before reaching for my toothpaste and toothbrush.

I dug through my closet while scrubbing my teeth with my toothbrush, pulling out a pair of pants and a gray shirt to match. For a brief moment, I jogged to the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth before gargling mouthwash and spitting into the sink. With a swipe of my tongue over my teeth, I nodded in satisfaction. The banging on my door resumed and I mentally swore before I went and pulled it open with a sigh.

"Mom sent you I'm assuming?" I asked my father as he stood there with his arms crossed.

"You assumed correct. You're already up so I won't have to drag you out of bed." I rolled my eyes but immediately regretted it when he narrowed his eyes. "Just get downstairs before your breakfast gets cold."

I nodded and he returned it before shutting the door closed. Since she made my father come up here, now I actually have to hurry up. I threw on the clothes I picked out along with my silver watch and did a quick rinse of my face, raked my fingers through my hair then made my way downstairs.

The table was set, and my parents were sitting in their normal seats, talking amongst each other. They haven't touched their food so I knew they were waiting for me and would probably scold me by the time I'm at my seat.

Their eyes moved over to me once I made it down and sat in my chair, scooting in until I was comfortable.

"What took you so long to come down here?" Mother was the first to ask, bringing her attention over to me.

"I was sulking," I said sarcastically, smiling her way.

"Enzo," she warned. I sighed.

"I was in bed, resting. It's not every day I get to sleep in," I said honestly, picking up my fork and gathering up eggs. She looked at me with her eyebrow raised.

"You slept in yesterday."

"No, you woke me up at five a.m. to shop for tuxedos." I ate the forkful of eggs, wiping the corner of my mouth with the napkin. "Then refused to let me nap for whatever reason."

Mother rolled her eyes as if I was being dramatic before she began pouring syrup over her pancakes. My father on the other hand chuckled under his breath while biting into his french toast. This was how it always was. Mother scolds me for whatever reason and my father is just a witness to it.