I woke up and looked around the bedroom. Drew wasn't in the room or the bathroom. I showered and put on a pair of pj pants and a tank top.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen and Drew was cooking in his boxers.
I cat called and he looked over his shoulder at me. I winked at him and he smirked.
"Good morning." he said.
I walked over to where he was and jumped up on the counter. "Morning." I looked and he was icing cinnamon rolls. "You can cook?"
He nodded and pulled the trashcan from under the counter. "Homemade." he pointed to the empty Pillsbury cans.
"Very." I nodded seriously. "I can't cook at all." I shuddered.
"Well I can." he kissed my cheek.
I leaned back on the cabinets. "Can I ask you a random, off topic question?"
"Sure." he shrugged.
"What do you think about kids?" I asked quietly.
He waited and looked like he was thinking. He looked at me and put his hands on my legs. "Do you want a baby?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. My parents don't think it would be good to have one right now."
"Well, what do you think?"
"Maybe later but not right now."
He nodded. "Whatever works." he smiled.
"Do you want a baby?" I wagged my eyebrows.
"Eventually." he grinned. "We can always try though, practice you know." he held a strait face.
I nodded. "Practice."
He smiled and handed me a cinnamon roll.
"Thanks." I started eating it.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the counter and outside. He sat in a patio chair and I sat on his lap.
The sun was rising and cicadas were making early morning noises.
I sighed happily and sank back into his arms. "I could get used to this."
He laughed. "Me too."
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