Cinnamon Rolls and Coffee (On Hold For Health Reasons)

Chapter 8: Probably Not For an African Swallow

Julius's POV

I woke up with a smile on my face. I couldn't help it, I dreamed of Genevieve all night. Her eyes, her smile, the way we laughed and chatted through the first movie, and the way she felt in my arms. The way she puts her family before her own self. The way she tried to hide the loneliness in her eyes. The little things she may see as flaws are what make her perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Don't make me barf. You sound like a lovesick puppy. Maybe you should write one of those sappy romance novels. Caesar spoke up. I really didn't need to wake up to your mushy thoughts.

Good morning to you too. I greeted him. What has your tail in a knot?

Caesar huffed. I realized I did smell something a little funny at Genevieve's place.

I froze. What?! We gotta go make sure she is okay! I got out of bed and headed towards the door a little panicked.

Hold your horses Juju. She should be fine.

Are you sure? I had to ask, worried. I turned and instead headed to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, I realized I was only in my boxers. Yikes, that would have been embarrassing if anyone saw, Minnie is always looking for laughable moments to snap pictures of. She doesn't need anymore ammo. I headed into the shower. So what has you upset?

He seemed like he didn't really want to say, but finally caved. It's just. I just. I smelled that blasted feline there! It was outside around the house. It was like it knew we would be there and wanted to taunt me. Do you think that 'creature’ is stalking her?

What? No. I don't think the cat is stalking her. He probably was just poking around earlier in the day. I rolled my eyes. You need to let that cat go. It is not good for your health to obsess over him. By the way with the rain our run is going to be postponed.

Fine. He huffed and receded back into my mind. Oh goody. Pouting wolf is back. How the French toast am I going to cheer him up. Ooo French toast sounds yummy.

I got dressed and headed off in search of breakfast. I would kill for some French toast, bacon, and a cinnamon roll. Maybe two or three rolls. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, looks like cereal today. Again. I opened the cupboard and surveyed the numerous boxes in front of me. Ooo cinnamon toast crunch, closest I am going to get to my dream breakfast.

I grabbed the box, a bowl, and the milk and sat at the island. Forgot a spoon you dummy. Caesar crawled out of the back of my head briefly to throw the childish jab at me before retreating again. I just rolled my eyes at him, he started faster than normal today. Usually I don't get a jab from him for hours when he goes into pouting mode.

I headed across the kitchen to grab a spoon and a cup of coffee. None of us know how to cook but everyone knew how to make coffee. It was a written rule that if you use the last of the coffee, you start the next pot. The instructions were in a couple of places in the kitchen; by the coffee pot, coffee mugs, and where the filters and grounds where. Coffee is life.

I sat back down to eat my cereal. I pulled my phone out to see if I had any messages from a certain blue eyed beauty I met last night. My spirits sank when I had nothing from her. But it was early on a Saturday, she was probably still sleeping. The pack house was quiet but that was common on the weekend with teenagers. I was starting to miss the bustle of the older generations. The house was not the same.

“Hey bro.”

I looked up as Minnie walked into the kitchen and joined me with her own bowl of cereal. She looked exhausted. “What's up with you? Did you get any sleep last night?”