Chapter Twelve . . . The Date

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Chapter Twelve . . . The Date

Karen's POV

I woke up the next morning with an achy body, not as bad as it was the day before, but still achy. I stretched around my pillows and looked to my left to find the spot empty. Where was Derek this time? I got out of bed and quickly but quietly made my way to the living room where I was met with the sight of a large figure on my couch. I felt my breath hitch and my heart beat fast as the figure groaned in what sounded like a sleepy state.
I inhaled a breath to try and get some air in my lungs, and tip toed around the couch to find out that the person on my couch was only Derek. I smiled at his sleeping-state and just stared at him. His dark hair was a mess on top of his head, his eyes were closed and his face was peacful. I watched as his chest gently rose and fell, God he was a beautiful sight to watch.

"Are you watching me, you little perv?" His voice asked, although his eyes were still closed.

"I-I" I stuttered around my words but he only laughed.

His eyes popped opened and a smirk appeared on his face as he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Relax, sweetheart, I'm only kidding." He let out a little yawn and looked around before he asked, "What time is it?"

"It's close to noon. By the way what are you doing on the couch?" I asked and he stood up before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Well, I got up this morning and took Garrett to school."

I felt my own eyes widen. "Oh No! Why didn't you wake me?"

I was a horribly mother. I slept in and forgot all about my son and his school.

"Karen, will you stop? I got him to school because we both decided that it would be best not to wake you up." He offered and went I didn't budge he pecked my forehead.

"I feel awful."

"Well, don't." He said simply before smiling, "You want some brunch?" He offered and I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you always so . . . peppy?" I asked as we walked into the kitchen.

"Why are you always so moody?" He asked with a childish grin.

"I am not moody!" I argued.

"Really because your always mean to me."

"Well, you deserve it." I mumbled as he turned around with a raised eyebrow.

"What was that, Karen?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"That's what I thought. So what are you hungry for?" He asked as he went to the fridge.

"I'm not really hungry."

"Well, that's too bad because I'm going to make you something anyway. So, what do you want? Eggs? Pancakes? Toast?"

"How about just some coffee?" I asked but he shook his head.

"Nope, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" He said with a grin.

He pulled out a skillet from my cupboard and put it on the stove.

"You act just like your mother."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, always cooking and making me eat like I'm one of your children. It's quite cute actually." I giggled as I remembered Mrs. Barkley making us meals and making sure we ate them.

"Oh so I'm cute?" He asked with humour clear in his voice.

"You just took that in a totally different direction didn't you?" I sighed.

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