It had been almost a week after poor Michael got sick with the flu.
But today, I was surprised and happy to find him in the kitchen making breakfast.
He was back to his normal self again!
"Good morning F/N. I made breakfast".
Michael put down two plates of cinnamon waffles on the table.
I giggled when he kissed me on the cheek.
"I'll make you some orange juice and you can fix me a glass of milk".
I smiled and he chuckled softly at that.
We ate breakfast and then Michael invited a few of his friends over for a water balloon fight.
