Bree
I was wretching over the smell of the cinnamon rolls baking in the oven.
John was standing in the kitchen, humming some song he and the warriors had come up with years ago. He said it was stuck in his head.
He turned to look at me. He had a look of sudden realization as he quickly made his way to where I was standing in the doorway.
“I’m sorry, baby. I forgot.” He kissed my forehead, then picked me up and carried me to the back porch.
“Breakfast will be ready soon. I’ll just toss the cinnamon rolls.” I nodded sheepishly.
He disappeared into the house, returning with a plate full of fruit, bacon, and hash browns.
“This looks yummy.” He smiled, obviously happy with my reaction. My mouth was basically watering. I was ravenously hungry. Andra told me I was carrying a warrior
