Fleeting Moments

12 | Morgan

New POV!

When I woke up this morning, I decided to return the favor to Brandon by making him breakfast. He made me feel so special and loved last night. He thought of everything. No guy has ever put that much effort into a date night for me, not even half as much, honestly.

When I got out of bed I put his t-shirt on and headed to the kitchen. He had everything needed to make bacon, eggs, and pancakes, so that's what I did. I was finishing the last two pancakes when my phone rang and my dad's caller ID and picture flashed on the screen.

I answer immediately, putting the phone between my shoulder and ear so I could flip the pancakes. "Hi, dad."

"Hi, angel." He greets, but something seems off, not as chipper as usual. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good. I'm making some breakfast and I feel really relaxed now. I was a little stressed with school but Brandon planned a really sweet date night."

"That's great! I hope I get to meet the boy making you so happy soon?"

"Sure," I smile at the thought. Not many boyfriends have met my dad. "I'll ask him."

As if I summoned Brandon, I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he kisses my neck lightly. I didn't even hear him come in.

"He can come over for dinner tonight." He sighs, and I hear him take a deep breath. "Angel, there's something I have to tell you and I don't know how you're gonna react."

"What's wrong?" I'm slightly concerned at this point. My dad usually lighthearted and easy going. Hearing him worried is unnerving.

"Well, your mom called this morning, and she told me he was shot and killed at their house last night. She wanted you to go to the funeral, but I told her to fuck off, so don't feel obligated to do anything you don't want to. I don't know if she's gonna try to talk to you or not, but you have every right to cuss her out and hang up."

"Wow," I'm kind of at a loss for words. A sense of relief watches over me, and I melt into Brandon behind me, taking the last pancake off the stove. "Well I'm definitely not going, but I'm glad he's gone. Thanks, dad, for backing me up."

"Of course, Angel. I'll let you get back to your breakfast. I just wanted you to have a heads up in case she reaches out. Tell her to piss off." He chuckles a little bit. "I love you. I'll see you tonight."

"I love you too."

I set my phone down on the counter and turn off the stove before turning to Brandon. I wrap my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He accepts my kiss, obviously, and holds me tightly. "Good morning to you too, pretty lady."

"Great morning." I correct, pecking his lips over and over again. "My dad said my mom called and Adam got shot and killed, can you believe it? He's really gone."

Something about it excites me. It's like relief washed away every fear I had and now I can finally be free. He's gone and he can't hurt me or anyone else ever again. It's done. It's finally done.

"Oh, wow." Brandon seems shocked. "I guess karma does eventually catch up."

"Indeed," I kiss him one final time. "I made us some breakfast. Everything is done now."

He helps me set the table and grabs the orange juice, and then we sit across from each other to eat. He's still in just his boxers, and I find it hard to look away. I'm already a little sore from the past week, but he's actually irresistible. He asks me what I want, he's gentle, unless I ask him not to be, he makes me cum several times. What more could a girl need in the bedroom?