Him

(13) Breakfast

I opened my eyes to soft kisses being planted all over my face and I saw Rob sitting next to me on the bed, twirling a strand of my hair on his finger.

"Good morning," he said softly, smiling at me.

I smiled back at him, stretching my arms over my head.

"Good morning," I said, rubbing my eyes, "What time is it?"

"It's nine in the morning," he answered, looking at his watch.

"It's the weekend, why don't you get back in bed and sleep a little longer?" I asked, seeing that he is not in his pyjamas but in a white dress shirt and in black pants.

"I slept ten hours, I think that is more than enough," he answered, playing with my hair.

I sat up after he said that, "how many hours did I sleep?"

"About twelve"

"I think it is time to get up," I pulled the blanket away from my body, standing up like a soldier and making my way to the bathroom.

As I walked by the kitchen, I smelled some delicious food. Fried eggs, toast and pancakes.. I think. I went to the bathroom quickly, washed my face and brushed my teeth, because I want to eat that breakfast... but also because I want to kiss him.

As I went out of the bathroom, I saw him in the kitchen talking on the phone but he seemed irritated and as I listened to some of the conversation and figured out he was talking to his mother. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he was talking really loudly.

"No! Mum, she's my girlfriend!" He almost yelled, massaging his temples with his fingers. "You, out of everyone in this world, should know that Merrill Lindt is the least trustworthy person in the world."

He was pacing around the kitchen, a hand placed on his hips, his eyebrows were furrowed.

"You know what mum! I don't care what you say, I'm a grown man. I don't live with you anymore, so your rules don't apply to me anymore. Goodbye" he shut off his phone and threw it on the sofa in the living room.

He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, hands still on his hips and his head facing down. I waited until he calmed down and saw that he was placing plates on the table and remained in my place until he placed everything on the table before I went and hugged him from behind.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, placing my head on his back, but he turned around, picked me up and placed me on one of the kitchen counters. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body, so that he was standing between my legs and I was sitting on the edge of the counter. He placed his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started playing with his hair.

"Are you okay?" I asked him softly.

"...yes.." he sighed, lifting his head up and looking at me.

His expression was... empty and sad. But nonetheless he still managed to smile at me. A sweet smile that I never can get enough of. I smiled back at him.

"Let's go eat" he said, letting go of my waist and making his way to the table. The warmth of his body escaping mine.

I feel sorry for him, he doesn't seem to have a good relationship with his mum.

I made my way to the table and sat down. I almost gasped as I saw the table, it was full of cut up fruits, pancakes, fried eggs, jam, butter, and toasted bread.

"When did you have time to do all of this?" I asked, sitting down and still looking at the table full of food.

He smiled at me as he took a slice of toast and started spreading butter on it. "When you were sleeping."