Always and Forever

Chapter 7

Michael POV

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I tried to go back to sleep. But after tossing and turning in the bed, I got frustrated. I should still be sleeping right now! I reached for my phone beside me and saw that it was just three in the morning. Oh f**k, I do not have to wake up so early any more, why not let me sleep! Talk about jetlag. I sent a few messages to Janice telling her about the jetlag and that I am missing her already. I am not just sure if she is already up. Most of the time she gets up late due to her work. Her photoshoots usually finish in the wee hours of the morning.

I got up from the bed and decided to do some work out. I did a series of push-ups, squats, and crunches. In about an hour I was already done with my work out and shower. I lied down to check if I could still go back to bed. But nothing. I groaned. I got up again and have decided to unpack a little. I do not have to take out all my clothes as I will not be staying here for too long. and thought of just going down to the kitchen and prepare breakfast. I know mom goes to the bakery early, so she must wake up early, too. I dressed up in a white shirt and jeans. Perhaps I could go to the bakery with mom.

I was at the bottom of the stairs when I hear music coming from somewhere the house. I was surprised that someone would be awake this early. The music got louder when I neared the kitchen. I got in and was shocked to see Olivia in f*****g sexy black leotards and her hair tied up in a bun. She had her back on me and seemed so focus on the music or with what is inside the oven that she did not notice me come in. She was like stretching her legs. I was silently watching her, enjoying looking at her round butt cheeks, when she suddenly raised one of her legs up high. s**t! I can almost see her p***y! She’s wearing black leotards, so the inside of her tanned thighs was pretty clear to me. No hair, so she shaved or probably got waxed. She held it there for a few seconds, then doing the same to the other leg. I suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable. I cleared my throat trying to get her attention. She quickly dropped her leg and turned around. f**k those boobs! I internally groaned.

“Oh! You’re awake! I’m so sorry. I hope I did not wake you up.” She walked towards the breakfast counter and lowered down the volume of the music from her phone. I can see her cleavage from where I was standing.

“No, I was up hours ago. Could not sleep much. Must be the jet lag.” My heart was beating so fast.

She nodded and glanced up at me. “We are usually up by five in the morning. Aunt Becky has to be at the bakery by seven. I prepare the breakfast, then do my stretching at the same time. She cleans the kitchen after breakfast, while I do the porch, living room, and patio at the back. What would you like for breakfast by the way?” She turned around and got some eggs inside the fridge. I sat at the counter just as she was glanced back at me. “I made corn muffins, but if you like something else… How would you like your eggs? Sunny side-up, scrambled, boiled?“

“Muffins are fine. Scrambled please on the eggs.” She nodded at me. Then turned back to preparing breakfast, but seemed to forgot to do her stretches. She seemed not fazed of wearing leotards in front of other people.

Fuck! I was so busy ogling her, that I did not even notice the smell coming from the oven. Not wanting any awkward silence to build up, I tried to make a small conversation.

“Do you need any help?” I asked.

“Oh, I got this! But maybe you can get the coffee. The cups are in the that cabinet. The creamer and sugar are in that side,” she points out where I should get the everything.

I got up from the chair, prepared three cups of coffee and laid them on the counter. And just as Olivia was putting down three plates full of muffin, eggs, and bacon, mom got inside the kitchen.

“Morning!” Mom mumbled her greeting. She still looks sleepy and it was my fault that she slept late.

“Morning, Mom!” Mom got startled.

“You’re up early, Michael!”

“Jetlag,” I said. There is no need for further explanation.

“It will get better soon,” She said while patting my shoulder. She sat down and sipped at her coffee.

“Sorry I made you slept late,” I said to her.

“Son, I am like this every morning. I need my dose of coffee before I fully wake up.” She chuckled.

We all seated down and started to eat breakfast.

“Any plans for today, son?” Mom asked.

“I thought maybe I could come with you to the bakery, then tour around town, probably start looking for an apartment too.”

“That would be great. I’ll come with you. I’ll just stay at the bakery around 1 hour, could you wait for me?”

“Are you sure? I do not want to bother you.”

“Michael Compton! You have been away from me for twelve long years. Now that you just appeared in my life, you tell me that? Your girlfriend will be coming soon, so I only have a few days before your attention goes to someone else.” Okay, this is the mom I know, when she gets angry. I have not been in this house for 24hours and yet I have made her mad already.

"No need to get mad, Mom. I would have to ask you to drive though. I might fall asleep."

"You just tell me if you get sleepy, we will go right back home."

Mom continued in asking me my plans for the upcoming days. I just told her that my priority is to look for an apartment, then perhaps meet my old friends. And probably help Olivia with the planning of mom's birthday celebration, which I did not disclose to her.

We were still talking when Olivia excused herself. She was now wearing a dress over her leotards. I did not notice her putting it on.

"Thank you for the breakfast, Olivia. The muffin's delicious!" 

"Thank you. That is Aunt Becky's recipe." Mom laughed, while Olivia blushed.

"I would have to agree, sweetheart. It was delicious." Olivia just smiled brightly.

She took her plate and cup, walked over to the sink, then out of the kitchen.

I waited for a while before turning to my mom, "She cleans the porch, living room, and patio everyday? Before going to school? After she prepared breakfast and do her stretching?"

"Yeah! She also waters the garden at the back." Mom was chuckling at my question. "She would just sweep the floor and wipe the surfaces, dear. Her classes start at eight. She leaves the house around quarter after seven, likes to be early for school. She does the cleaning around 45minutes, then prepare for school for 30minutes. We do the major cleaning every weekend. You look astonished, Michael?"

"She seems to do so much in the morning. I remember when I was in high school, I would wake up seven. And Olivia, by that time, would have done so many things already."

"She initiated that routine. I did not impose anything on her."

"She is so disciplined. She should be in the army," I joked. Mom hit me on the shoulder, making me laugh.

"Come on, Mom! I'll help you clean up the kitchen, so I could already have a taste test at the bakery!"