EIGHTY FIVE

They finally just got out of bed after it was almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Mila chuckled as she picked up her clothes which were scattered on the floor because they had become very, very lazy and just lay on the bed. If Mila wasn't hungry and her child was agitated for food, she wouldn't have woken up and still coddled cozily in Ezra's arms. But she is starving. And Ezra seems to be starving too. They finally decided to get out of bed and move lazily towards the kitchen.

"It's a cold day and I want to cook beef stew."

“Ok. Is my coffee ready?”

Mila checks the coffee machine and gestures with her finger that the coffee is in five minutes.

“I've never been this lazy. It's nice to be able to enjoy life once in a while."

Ezra propped his elbow on the table, watching Mila who was taking out some groceries from the fridge. Mila squatted in front of the refrigerator while wearing his oversized shirt, looking sexy and hot. He was unlikely to get tired of seeing this sight ever