Wade’s POV
Entering my house, I wandered into the kitchen where my cheesecake was waiting on the side, Rosa already having retired for the night.
Smiling happily, I grabbed a knife and a plate, cutting a generous slice before placing the rest in the fridge, smiling slightly at the test still pinned to the fridge by the only parental figure I have.
Picking up a fork, I dug into the soft sweet goodness, my eyes rolling as I did a little shimmy of happiness.
Heading up to my room, I flopped onto the bed, resting the dessert on my chest, and reaching for the remote control to turn on the tv.
Flicking through the channels, I found an old action film that I had seen before, settling back, I half concentrated on the screen as my mind mulled over the last few days.
I had no idea why I had
