The Protogen Generation

A special gift

KYLE’S P.O.V,

Michael's house, 8:15 A.M.

Conrad and I have only 1 week left to complete the restoration of the Adastra spacecraft. After the restorations are complete, our plans to save the EX-5 will be fully set into motion.

I'd just gotten myself out of the shower and was making my way downstairs for breakfast. Amelia was trying out some new recipe, something else than the usual pancakes. Whatever it was, you could easily smell it from the 3rd floor.

Once I was on the ground floor I made my way towards the kitchen.

Amelia was at the stove, scrambling what looked to be a bunch of eggs.

Simultaneously, she was also trying to brown the underside of some biscuits on another pan.

“Do you need some help with that?” I asked.

“No no,” she said, waving off my offer. “I was not hired to do a bad job at making breakfast”

“Okay then,” I said, raising my arms jokingly.

“And besides,” she said, “I was also hired to help protect the Carlin family, which is much harder to do than this”

“I've probably asked this a bunch of times, but what were the other reasons you were hired?”

“When I retired as head of security,” Amelia said, flipping the eggs, “Pruitt needed someone to watch Michael when he was little, since then I've been the one to raise him…”

“Anyhow, this is about done. You can go ahead and take a seat at the table.” She said,

I nodded and went into the dining room and took a seat at the table, once I sat down took a drink out of the cold glass of water that was at my spot.

Soon enough Amelia walked out holding 2 plates of what she had made. It was a sandwich, with eggs, sausage, I think, and a healthy amount of cheese put between 2 toasted biscuits.

She set the plate down in front of me and then sat down in her chair across from me.

“Why don't you make these more often?” I asked.

“Michael only cares for blueberry pancakes. Whenever I make anything else for breakfast he is disinterested, well the only exception to that was the time I made blueberry muffins.”

“He sure likes blueberries, I'll give you that.” I said.

“Yea, but the only thing he likes more than blueberries is you,” she said with a chuckle.

“Huh?” I said, and I shot my head up, blushing.

“When he met you and Lucas, He was so much happier. He wouldn't stop talking about you guys, how he'd finally gotten actual friends. But whenever he talked about you in particular… He would always get this starry eyed look, like he enjoyed the thought of you.”

At this point I struggled not to blush even more, and I'm sure Amelia could notice.

“This reminds me, when your done eating, there is something I need to give to you”

“Okay,” I said, avoiding eye contact with her. I picked up the sandwich and started to hastily eat it. I thought it tasted alright, but I wouldn't call it my new favorite food.

By the time I looked up when I was done, Amelia had already eaten her whole sandwich.

“How did you-” I asked in confusion..

“Chewing is optional,” she said jokingly before getting up from the table.

She took the plates and went back to the kitchen. I got up and followed her because I was curious about the gift she had talked about.