Luck or Fate?

Twice in One Day

I wake up and blink the sleep from my eyes. I find that I'm lying on the couch with a couple of blankets wrapped over me. I push the blankets off and stand up.

"Well, look who's awake." Killian says.

I turn around and see him in the kitchen setting the table. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm making breakfast."

"Killian, you didn't have to come back." I say, walking towards the kitchen.

"I didn't come back. I stayed here the whole night. The storm was still bad, so I found some blankets and put you on the couch and myself on the floor."

"Awww thanks. But I'm sorry for falling asleep."

"No problem, love." He says, looking at me. "By the way, you're cute when you sleep."

I blush and he starts laughing. "It's true."

Just then, a timer starts beeping. "Oh, that'll be the crepes."

"You made crepes?" I ask, astonished.

"Yep." He says, putting a crepe on a plate. "I lived in France for a few months and picked up some stuff."

"France? Wow! That's amazing!" I say.

"Yeah." He looks sad for a moment, but then starts to make another crepe and smiles. "Hey, would you mind helping me?"

"Sure. What can I do?"

"There's some fruit in the fridge. Can you wash them and cut them in quarters?"

"Yeah." I say.

Twenty minutes later, our breakfast is ready. I go to Henry's room and knock on his door. "Henry? Breakfast's ready."

He comes out of his room and his face lights up. "Woah, what's that smell?"

"Let's go see." I say.

We both walk over to the table where Killian is standing. On the table is three plates with two crepes each. The crepes are filled with strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and Nutella. There is powdered sugar and a dollop of whipped cream on top.

"Wow, look at this!" Henry exclaims.

"Thank you, Killian. This looks so yummy." I say, hugging him.

"You're welcome."

We sit down and begin eating. I take a bite and before I know it I'm almost done with my second one. "This is delicious. You have to give me the recipe."

"All right. It's super simple to make."

"Good because all I'm good at cooking are eggs and toast. Right, Henry?"

"Yep." He says, and we all laugh.

After breakfast, Henry turns on the news while Killian helps me with the dishes. I try to tell him he doesn't have to, but he insists. "Don't worry about it, Swan."

"Thanks, Jones." I say staring at him.

"Sorry, I forgot."  He says.