Tribal Goddess {Editing}

Old Fashioned Eggs and Bacon

Old Fashioned Eggs and Bacon 

 Kaya....

I opened my eyes to the red numbers blaring around the room, and when it read 6:23; I just about lost it.

I couldn't sleep at all; and what made it worse, was that there was the smell of food sailing throughout the house.

So now I'm up.

I threw the flowered blanket off of me and sat up in the bed. When my feet touched the ground, I retracted them quickly and up to my chest from the reaction that somehow I knew I would get, but thought it was something I can handle.  

I guess not.

So I reached over the other side of my bed and reached out to the dresser, and pulled open the top drawer. Then pulled out a balled up pair of socks.

The entire dresser was left filled with clothing that I knew that I pretty much couldn't fit anymore, but I knew that the socks would do just fine.

Slipping the second sock on; I took time in getting out of bed, hitting the floor with a light thud. The socks might've helped me in the fight against the cold floor, but there was nothing I could do with the cold air nipping at every piece of exposed skin on my body.

I mindlessly wrapped my arms around my torso, attempting to block out the cold, but that wasn't of any use either. So I might as well just face it.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hall, looking around to see if it were either Ray or Ollie sneaking up behind me, somehow knowing that I was awake. Something that they do frequently back in Montana.

But they weren't in the hall; in fact, I still heard them snoring down the hall. Typical morning starter for the boys.

They were lucky.

I quietly walked to the stairs, and attempted to remain quiet as I walked down; but knowing the Uley stairs, it didn't take long for them to start creaking underneath me. I continued and attempted to walk down the stairs as quietly as possible; although, when I looked up, I was pierce with hazel eyes. Paul was standing there sipping a cup of coffee, and holding one out for me to take.

I couldn't help but smile down at him, because there was something about Paul that just made me love him more than he can love me. I don't know if it was his smile; the kind of smile that shows off every kind of love there is, even if he isn't having such a good day. Or his heart that's just so big and protective, that makes me scared to take it because of how fragile it is.

I took the cup of coffee with a smile.

As he started for the kitchen; I quietly followed. The little light in the kitchen was over the small table that I remembered eating at alone for many years; while Dad and Sam would always sit in the living room, excluding me from any wolf business, although I first shifted the same day that Sam did.

I was still treated as if it wasn't a girl's place to be in the pack.

There breakfast sat for the both of us; knowing that I'd usually cooked breakfast, it was a thumbs up to Paul that he'd make me something.

"I could've made my own breakfast ya' know?" I smiled, because although I could've, it was still sweet that he did it only for me.

"I know; but I heard you talking upstairs so I just figured that I'd make you something since I'm already up." he pushed the plate closer to me and then retreated back to the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice.

When did he have time to shop?

"I guess I'll make a food run for dinner later?" I stuck the fork that had eggs on it, in my mouth. Then moaned.