The Hill family and Delano family have been rivals for generations. One generation decided they had enough of the fighting and bloodshed and signed a peace treaty. In this treaty, they are to be cordial and not attack the other group.
Kaisen Hill w...
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Rhys pov:
Sick Kaisen is a pain in the ass, but we made it through. Barely. I didn't end up punching him. He is a little crazy when sick though. A big baby.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked in the room. "Oh good morning." I pecked Kaisen's cheek. He was finally awake. He was feeling and looking amazing and I was glad.
"A good morning indeed. I feel better, I no longer wish for death." He cheered. "I didn't say anything at night right?"
"Oh nothing too crazy. Just that you loved me." I joked. He was, but just mumbled incoherent nonsense.
His face morphed into horror..."I-I did?" He pushed himself off the bed. "I can explain that."
"I'm only kidding." I dropped the towel and put on briefs. "I think I'd know if you were in love with me." I pulled on my sweatpants then shirt.
"Oh...oh yeah." He nervously laughed. "I will go shower now."
"I'll make us breakfast while you do that." I turned to him before leaving. "And because I like you, I'll make you Concha Bread."
"I feel special, maybe you're falling for me."
"Definitely not." I said before I could even think about it. He gave a short smile while shaking his head and closed the door behind him.
I went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. I wasn't really in the mood for anything so I made everything. I made pancakes, hash browns, eggs, concha bread, sausage, bacon, biscuits, and a fruit salad without strawberries.
Kaisen came downstairs as I was setting the table. I smiled. "You look nice....which is good since you spent an hour in there." I shook my head with a smile. "Beauty takes time?" I leaned in to kiss him.
"It sure does." He agreed with his eyes on the meals. "This all looks so good."
"It's a lot. I wasn't sure what to cook." I sat down at the table. "How are you feeling?"
"I doubt I will be feeling good for a long time but hey I'm alive." He shrugged while taking a seat.
I frowned. "What's wrong?" His attitude has changed since he went for his shower.
"Nothing." He looked at the food. "Why would anything be wrong with a feast like this?"
"I- you just seem different. Do you have any plans today?" I shook off the odd feeling. "I was thinking we could go out and do something together."
"After being cooped up in here for two days I need to do something so yes please. What plans?"
"I haven't thought that far. I'm tired of sitting here. I'm glad it was with you though. I don't know what I'd do if I had to sit in the house that long by myself."
"Park or carnival?" He looked at me with a smile. "What do you say?"
