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Gina's POV

I walk to the kitchen without taking the stairs. My room is on the first floor and so is this kitchen. Jack slept on my room last night and I know it wasn't intentional. No we didn't complete the mate bond or anything. We just cuddled and had a good night rest, well I did and if it's any indication by the fact that he's still sleeping then yes, I'm sure he had a good night's rest.

I walk into the kitchen and read for a plate with my left hand, grab the loaf of sliced bread in a mother hand. Placing both on the table, I read for the peanut butter and a table knife. I don't like peanut butter. Or I liked it and it scarred me for life when I was a little girl. I stole peanut butter from where it was kept by my mother and I put too much into my mouth. Believe it or not, in my haste to swallow quickly majority of the peanut butter stuck to my throat and I couldn't breath.

It was a very traumatizing event but for my mate I was willing to e peanut butter today. Jack love peanut