Sage's POV
We'd been staying at Dr. Martinez's for a few months now.
It was now the end of June.
"Morning precious" Iggy's voice startled me.
His unseeing pale blue eyes were beautiful. Just like gazing into a crystal clear lake and seeing your reflection in it.
He kissed my cheek and sat next to me in bed.
"How'd you sleep? Still having those nightmares?"
Iggy and I had recently confided in each other the dreams we'd had about me being in a state of pregnancy.
"Yea, but the setting changed. How about you, have you had those dreams lately?"
He paused to 'stare' into space.
"No, actually I haven't"
I got out of bed and looked through my closet.
"What should I wear, black skinny jeans and a bright yellow graphic t-shirt with my bright pink Converse or shorts with a plain white tank top and flip flops?"
"Does it honestly matter? We'll be around the house all day…but if I had to decide I'd go with the second outfit. It's going to be at least ninety-five degrees out today."
He did have a point.
Angel poked her head in.
"Iggy, I'm hungry and Dr. Martinez didn't make breakfast. Can you make us some pancakes?"
Iggy gave me a peck on the cheek before leaving.
Iggy's POV
So Angel wanted breakfast.
Guess I'd have to make it for everyone because only I, Sage, and Angel were awake.
"Angel, get me the Bisquick, two eggs, a measuring cup, and the milk."
"Sure thing Iggy,"
Around then, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Morning guys," it was Ella.
Who was followed by Fang, and then Max.
"Where's Gazzy?" I asked while pouring the milk into the measuring cup.
"He's still sick. We're not sure what's wrong with him, but his fever has gotten better."
That was good to hear. The Gasman had been heaving for the past three days all over the house without warning.
Who gets sick in the middle of summer?
He had to get better soon, because were going to make our own fireworks for the Fourth of July this year.
Another pair of feet padded down the hall. Sage's.
"Max, Gazz just threw up again, all over the bed sheets this time."
Sage sounded completely calm and collected despite what she's just said.
"We'd better clean that up. Get the bucket and rubber gloves, I'll get the Lysol and other stuff."
While they were off to clean up the Gasman's mess, I was gonna make him some breakfast. Why not?
He is sick so I had to keep it light. Cinnamon toast without butter and some orange juice or something.
Breakfast went by quickly, not much going on there.
I figured I might as well get a head start on those home made fireworks.