Bryce stands against the door frame watching his wife busy in the kitchen, she hasn't noticed him standing by the door way. When she almost burns herself she jumps backwards and her neck turns towards the door way and she is startled to see her husband standing there like a lost puppy. "Honey...is everything okay...how long have you been standing there?" She asks with bewilderment. Bryce moves away from the frame and slowly makes his way to the kitchen stool and he lazily slumps on it.
"I need to talk you about something you won't like," he mentions. Kiana's eyes widen as they peer at her husband . "If it's something I won't like then maybe you should wait until I'm done cooking your breakfast otherwise it will get burnt," she mumbles. "No...I'm afraid it cannot wait," he insists. She peers at him with a curious and confused look, she then turns down the stove and grabs a chair. "I'm all ears," she says.
"Its about Janet," he begins. At the mention of the name Janet she pulls back her chair and gets back to her feet, hands on her hips. "You can't be serious...are you telling me you are disturbing me to address issues of Janet, " she twists her lips.