All Kinds Of Kinds~Miranda Lambert

Worry

Miranda POV
I kissed Lacey's forehead as she fell asleep and smiled.

"You really care for her." My mom said, I jumped slightly forgetting she was there. "Yeah, I do." I said quietly, trying not to wake Lacey.

We walked into the living room. "Alright, well, she's in your brother's old room, and you know where yours is." She grinned at me.

I walked upstairs and quickly got dressed for bed before falling asleep.

I woke up at 8 with a gripping sense of panic. Where was Lacey? Where was I? Then I remembered I was staying at my parents house.

I got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. No one was up yet, so I walked outside to the chicken coop. I grabbed some eggs and walked back up to the house, basket in hand.

I walked into the kitchen and turned on the burners. Grabbing a pot from beneath the stove, I cracked an egg and began cooking.

I heard some footsteps and turned around. Lacey was trying to scare me! "Caught you silly." I laughed. "Well, I felt bad because you were cooking and I didn't want to burn you!" Lacey laughed. I set down my spatula and walked toward Lacey.

"Tickle fight!" I yelled, diving towards her. She laughed as I held her and tickled her. She tried to get away and ended up punching me in the stomach.

"Oof. Wow." I laughed, the air momentarily knocked out of me. "Oh! Sorry!" She said guiltily. "It's okay! I started it." I smirked.

I turned back around and flipped a pancake. "Lacey, sweetie, could you find the syrup?" I asked without turning around.

I heard some rustling in the pantry as I focused on the pancake. I flipped it and heard something fall behind me.

Turning around, I saw Lacey on the floor. "Are you okay!?" I asked concerned. I set down the spatula and ran to help her up.

"I'm okay I think. Except." She stood up and started tickling me! "Hey! Ha not fair!" I gasped out between giggles.

I made sure Lacey was okay before grabbing the spatula and putting a now slightly burned pancake on a plate.

I finished cooking our breakfast and Lacey made the table.

We said grace before we ate. When we were done, my mom offered to drive Lacey around our tiny town. "Sure!" She grinned.