Nagala

Chapter 9: Mental Wreck!

                                                           Nagala-Chapter 9: Mental Wreck!

In Abigail's room, the morning sun's rays hit her in the eyes and they fluttered open from grogginess. The sound of faint birds chirping outside could be heard and the sweet smell of food wafted up through the vent, right into her room. It smelled like someone was baking and with that in mind, she snapped completely awake. "Oh no, ROV!" She exclaimed in panic and threw the blanket off, not noticing the letter her mom placed on her bed the previous night. Her hurt leg which seemed to be healing, still made her limp, but, barely. She rushed through her room and down the stairs with the help of the railings. With haste, she carried herself into the kitchen and quickly opened the door. A lovely scent went through her nose; whatever Rov was making, it sure smelled good enough to make her stop in her tracks. She observed Rov standing before the oven, no, more like squatting and watched something bake inside. The oven light was on, she thought for a moment that there was a fire inside because of how bright it was. She never baked before and never thought the oven had a light, to begin with. "Rov?" she asked.

The man looked over and smiled his faint black lips, keeping both his arms on top of his knees. "Making some cookies, I followed the recipe so don't worry." His words relieved her, just watching that panicked state ease away was proof alone.

"Thank you, God. I could've sworn the house was going to get smokey with a sweet smell. That'd be weird... Smoke, that smells like cookies; I can't imagine what the flames would smell like if the house caught on fire." Abigail's words made the man chuckle, finding her humorous.

"Yes, it would," Rov stated and looked back at the cookies.

"We aren't living in a gingerbread house, so... " She trailed off and looked to the side, before making her green eyes view the cookies. "What kind?" she asked.

"I wanted to try chocolate chip, it sounded good," He said and stood to his full height. Opening the oven door he pulled the flat tray of cookies out with an oven mitt and placed the tray on top of the stove. "I'm making you breakfast too," he added and looked over at her with an I'm so proud of myself, face.

Abigail smiled, then that smile slowly turned into a big grin. Soon she busted out laughing, finding him adorable right now. "You eat cookies after you eat your real food! And man, those chocolate chip cookies look amazing," she said and walked over to view the golden brown desert. "You've got a talent for cooking, that's for sure. Hm, I suppose you being made smart, benefits your learning ability," she stated. "What's for breakfast?" she asked and learned a bit on the stovetop, near the tray.

"Toast with cereal. I couldn't find any recipes to go by, for any actual breakfast," he said and moved over to the cabinet above the counter.

"It's fine. A simple breakfast is better than something huge and overwhelming. I don't like big breakfasts," Abigail stated and watched him bring the only two cereal boxes from above. Cheerios and Raisin Bran, the two brands are the main cereals that her parents ate and that Abigail would secretly eat.

"Which one do you want?" He asked as he started to take two bowls out of the cabinet, above the sink.

"Raisin Bran, please. I can make it though don't worry," She said and raised her hands toward him, at her shoulder's level. The man only smiled and shook his head.

"Sit, I'll make it," That was all he said, and nudged his head towards the chair nearby, signaling for her to go sit. That only made her pout and cross her arms, she didn't like the idea.