PLAYHOUSE

TWENTY

IRIS' POV

I woke up from the gentle morning sun rays reflecting through my eyelids. I carefully opened my eyes and saw the beautiful morning rays striking through my window panes, it was a beautiful sight, like a painting, a masterpiece. I hear birds chirping and cars honking outside, I love the sounds that i am hearing. It's a good start for a great morning.

I carefully stretched my arms and legs and then turned to the other side to wake up Iver. He needs to get ready for school. But when I turned to the other side of the bed, Iver wasn't there. I instantly sat back up, felt through the fluffy blanket and pile of pillows just to make sure, but my nephew really wasn't there.

Where could he... My eyes caught the bedroom door open. I stood up almost automatically and walked silently to the door. When I looked out the small living room, bingo, the little boy was there, scribbling something on his Ipad that I couldn't get enough look.

I looked at the time, '6:34'. I should be getting ready, I mean I should get Iver ready for school. This boy is such a morning person. I never, not even once had that difficulty on waking Iver up for school, unlike other kids his age. I've had my friends' stories about the struggles and I'm just glad that Iver's such a great boy.

Before I could even greet him a good morning, Iver had already turned to me and ran to me holding his Ipad tightly on his chest.

"Good morning mommy, Iris! Look what I made." Iver said excitedly and showed me of his drawing of what looks like a cake.

"Wow, baby this is so beautiful." I sincerely said. Iver's drawing was a bit overdone but, hey, he's just a kid, it's the thought that counts. The cake was a tall roundish one that had a lot of candles on top. And on the side were 4 stick figures. I guess they're us. Then the rest of the backround was filled with balloons that I bet Iver tried so hard to get it into perfect circles.

"Why d'you make mommy Iris a cake?" I asked smiling as I was looking at the Ipad as if I received a real cake. When was the last time I received something? Can't even remember.

"Because mommy been working everyday and, and I just wanna make you happy." The little boy stated which really surprised me.

"Oh, baby, that's so sweet. But you know what, even if you don't give anything to mommy Iris, just having you is enough. You make me happy." I stated. I didn't know if Iver understood what I said, but he nodded so I guess he did.

My parents are still asleep, so it's my job now to do some cooking in the kitchen since it's my off. I'll make this extra special. I'm thinking bacons and sunny side ups. And then Ceasar salad, my parents' favorite and just whatever it is in the fridge would do.

After giving Iver a bath, I proceeded to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast that I have in mind. I sat Iver on his red Lightning McQueen chair to keep an eye on him while I cook. It was 7:36 and I still have time to do everything here before I meet Marcus at the cafe across town. It had been weeks since I last saw that guy.

"I smell something eggy!" My father suddenly appeared in the kitchen and took Iver in his arms. Iver squeeled in excitement, he always loved it when his grandfather carries him.

A spoiled baby indeed.

"Good morning, dad." I said as I put the last sunny side up on the plate.