Big Move

Laina

I got out of bed, changed into a pair of sweats and a crop top, and padded out into the living room and then into the kitchen, where I found Mason standing in front of the stove frying up some eggs.

“Morning,” I said.

He looked up at me and smiled. He looked more and more like himself every day. “Morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I thought I would. You?”

“As well as I could. There’s fresh coffee in the pot there.” He nodded at the coffee maker on the counter. “Help yourself.”

I did. I found cream in the fridge and sugar in one of the cupboards. After fixing myself the perfect cup of coffee, I went over to the stove where he was mixing the eggs around. He gave me an apologetic look. “They started out as omelets. And then I fucked them up.”

I smiled. “Scrambled is just as good.”

“Would you like toast as well?”

“Sure. What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” he