Calliope
It was a long night.
Arizona didn't want to be touched, so I didn't sleep much. Every time I got her back to sleep she woke up again screaming. I had watched the hours pass on the clock until the sun filtered through the curtains.
I got up and walked into the kitchen. I could make coffee. I she still remembered how to make omelets. Arizona had shown her once. Stuffing Zona's with everything I knew the beautiful woman loved I quickly whipped up one of my own before heading back into the bedroom with food and mugs of coffee in hand.
I smiled at the sight of my girlfriend rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Hey sleepy head."
"Hi," Arizona said. I waited. Then Zona jumped up, "Please don't, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. Don't hit me."
"Arizona."
"I overslept."
"Arizona. You didn't oversleep."
"You had to make breakfast, that's my job. I'll do better next time. I promise."
"It's not your job," I handed Arizona a plate and a mug. "Eat. I have to go to work."
"Oh," Zona looked down at her food and then back up at me. "What needs to be done by the time you get home?"
"Zona," I sighed, knowing she was trying to make up for breakfast. "Do whatever you want."
