Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 27

(MARSHALL'S POV)

I woke up to see Marceline already smiling at me. What a beautiful sight to wake up to. I smiled back, "What? Something on my face?"

"Yes. Cuteness," she replied. That made me chuckle.

"Cheesy," I replied. Suddenly, the smell of bacon leaked into the room, probably coming from the kitchen.

Bacon.

Cold nostalgia chilled my bone. Besides ham, I always loved bacon as a kid, and I still do. Only now that I've become an undead blood-sucker, I merely drain the color instead of eating it. I can't digest bacon anymore. I can't digest anything else.

Speaking of which, I just realized that Marceline and I were both still in the room. So it must be Hunson cooking. That's just good. If he's staying here then he should at least do something and not be a burden.

We floated to the kitchen to see that breakfast was ready. Hunson had just finished setting up the table. "Dad?" Marceline muttered, dumbfounded at the sight. "Oh hey, good morning sweetie," he greeted enthusiastically. "Morning dad," Marcy simply replied, "you made these?"

Our gazes were fixed on the table. There were bacon strips, apples, orange juice, a bowl of cereal and eggs and ham.

"I did. Dig in!" Hunson declared. Marceline and I sat down in front of Hunson. Marcy, although the bacon strips were greasy, picked one up with her hand and sucked the red from them. I reached for one and Hunson stopped me.

"Uh-uh. I made these for my daughter. They're for Marceline only," he stated sternly. Seriously, this early in the morning? I took back my hand. "Dad," Marceline groaned, looking at him with a somber expression. "Just let him have some. I can't finish these by myself anyway," she told him.

I gave Hunson a look that a child gives when his mom doesn't allow him to do something but his dad says otherwise. "Fine," he grumbled, staring daggers at me. I gladly took one and 'ate' it.

Breakfast went on silently. Hunson and I exchanged death glares without Marcy catching us. I ate all the bacon strips except for the one Marcy ate, which pissed Hunson off.

Marcy and I went straight to the living room. "Dad, we're watching Heat Signature 2. Wanna join us?" Marcy invited her father. Of course she wouldn't want him to feel left out when he's already here, and I understand that.

"Of course, I'll be right there!" Hunson answered. Since we reused some of the stuff in our old houses, the couch we're using was Marceline's old couch. So I sat next to Marcy, and Hunson sat on her other side. Just like breakfast, everyone was silent. Marcy was, because she was focused on the movie. I was too, until I caught Hunson glaring at me.

I alternated my gaze between the TV screen and Hunson. Maybe it was just one of those times where you accidentally stare at someone.

But it wasn't. He was staring daggers at me. "What?" I mouthed. He eyed Marceline who was leaning on my chest. I was sitting with one ankle on top or my other knee and one arm laying across the back of the couch.

I grimaced my face at him. Seriously? No one asked you to stay here in the first place. He wouldn't stop glaring so I just had to give in. I pretended to yawn, stretching my arms and put them back on my sides so Marceline was not in my grasp anymore. "What's wrong?" She asked.

I can't bring myself to let her feel bad. "Oh, nothing. I'll just get myself some cherries," I alibied. I stood up and floated to the kitchen to get some. "I'll be right back," I bade. "Oh, make some popcorns too," Hunson ordered. "We don't have popcorn," I informed him, internally relieved that I don't have to do what he told me to do.