John stood in front of the stove, frying some eggs as Kayla padded her feet against the hardwood floor while walking in.
"Good morning, Mr. Lennon," she greeted groggily.
"Good morning, love." John chirped, flipping the pancake onto the pan as he then tossed it to the plate in his other hand.
He handed her the plate of eggs, pancakes and bacon with that adorable thin-lipped smile.
"Enjoy yer brekky." he said.
"I made it with love."
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Help Yourself 〰 J. Lennon ✔️
Fanfiction"You have to help yourself before you can ever love me." 〰 In which a heroin addict falls for a pianist, but before she could start a bond with him, she has to quit the drug that has overtaken her life. 〰 ©2016 Valerie Matthews (Enchancer97)...
