I'm the Bad Boy's Princesa

Stupid, Stupid

"When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the Lord your God."
‭‭Leviticus‬ ‭19:33-34‬ ‭NIV‬‬

🎭Serena's POV🎭

The morning came too quickly for my liking. Even before the alarm rings does the sun shine annoyingly in my eyes. I'm tempted to turn over and shove my face in the pillow. I just want two more hours of sleep, please. Unfortunately, Nathan has other plans.

"Serry," he shakes me slightly. "Wake up, sleepy head."

"Leave sleepy head alone," I grumble.

"No," he chuckles. "Get up. I'll make you cinnamon waffles?"

I turn my head to peek at him. "Really?"

"Yes, but only if you get up in less than five minutes."

"Okay... Three more minutes." I close my eyes

I hear him chuckle as I feel him shuffle out of the bed. My body relaxes as I pull the blankets on top of me. I feel like a warm burrito. This is nice. The rest of my three minutes are splendid. When it's over, Nathan shakes me gently. I turn my body around and smile at him.

He smiles back. "Hurry and get ready, your waffles are gonna get cold."

Not wanting that, I tossed the covers off. I frown at my loss of heat. When I enter the bathroom, the reflection stares at me, but I simply ignore their gaze. The necessary tasks are completed quickly, and I exit. My pajamas leave me body, replaced with dark jeans and a blue shirt. I do everything else that I do in the morning after.

I carefully shut the door as I walk out as to not wake Oreo up. My little baby is so cute. I begin to bounce down the stairs at the thought of waffles. The smell begins to tickle my nose as I get closer to my destination. My stomach rumbles at the sight of breakfast. Nathan put the waffles on a plate, a cup of milk adjacent to it. He's there, looking through the fridge.

"What ya lookin' for?" I ask.

"I am looking for the stash of yogurts I keep in the back."

I stiffen. "What flavor were they?"

"There were two, both blueberry." Snap.

"Well... I may or may... not..."

Nathan rises from his bent position slowly, his eyes finding mine. He glares at me questionably. I slowly stand up from my seat. He begins walking closer to me, step by step.

"Serena," he says warningly, "what did you do?"

"Well! I was hungry a couple days ago. I didn't know what to eat until I saw the blueberry yogurt. Then Mami saw and wanted one too. I didn't know they were your, I swear!"

He glares, lips pursed. "Get over here."

I yelp as he begins to chase me. We run around the island repeatedly. He stops suddenly, his gaze shifting to my waffles. My eyes widen as realization springs up. He better not do what I think he's about to do. I'm right in my assumption as he stalks to my beloved breakfast.

"Don't you dare!" I holler.

He quickens his pace but my love for waffles has me moving at lightning speed. I grab a hold of my plate, holding it close to my chest. Nathan watched as I took a piece into my mouth.

"You owe me one," he whines.

"No I don't," I cry out. "I didn't know that the yogurts were yours."