Better With You

XXV

LUKE'S POV

I woke up happy and well rested.

Ryder's advice helped.

She was still asleep on my chest.

I smiled and got out of the bed trying not to wake her.

I still think about the nightmare, but I'm not afraid to go to sleep anymore.

I go in the kitchen and decide to make her breakfast.

I wish I knew how to cook.

I Googled how to make an omelette.

It sounds easy.

But knowing me, I could easily mess it up.

I got out everything to make an omelette.

I cracked two eggs in a bowl.

Which I got shell in.

I fished out the shell and beat the eggs together.

I poured the eggs into the pan.

Everything was going fine.

Until it came time to flip it out.

I sighed and counted to three.

My wrist wasn't working.

It was like my hand was frozen.

"Flip you son of a gun." I mumbled to myself.

"Want help?" I heard a voice ask.

I turned and saw Ryder standing by the bedroom door.

"Um yeah." I said.

She laughed and came by me.

She put her hand on mine on the spatula.

"Ready? One, two, three." She said as we flipped it.

"Thanks, babe. I tried to be cute and make you breakfast in bed but I'm a terrible cook." I said.

"You're always cute in my eyes." She said kissing my nose.

I smiled as she sat by the breakfast bar.

I transferred the eggs onto two plates.

I watched as she smiled while she ate them.

"They taste good cause they're made with love." She said.

"Aw, babe." I said leaning over the table to kiss her.