[50] The Baby Daddy's Distracted By My Mugs

Markus was talking loudly on the phone.

Yawning, I push myself up. It’s either the walls were thin in his apartment or he was just talking too damn loudly. Kind of more inclined in thinking it was the latter. The dingus probably forgot I was here in the first place. My stomach rumbled, and I was just about to ignore it and go back to sleep when I remembered I was technically eating for two now, and skipping breakfast might endanger me or something.

I open my door, peering slightly when it was ajar and from how I heard him, I could tell he was probably by the front door. Maybe he was deciding whether or not he should leave. Rolling my eyes, I ignore him and walk towards the kitchen.

When I made the mac and cheese yesterday, I didn’t have time to check h