KPV

Rob and I dressed together and headed out to our car. Rob had heard about this quant little breakfast shop in town, apparently they were supposed to have the worlds best cinnamon rolls. Rob bundled me up in a winter jacket that he found in the front hall closet. "You look adorable." he said, kissing my forehead.

"I feel like a fucking marshmallow." I complained.

Rob laughed, "hey, watch the language, Mrs. Pattinson."

I rolled my eyes in return, like Felicity was going to pick up a dirty mouth still in the womb…

Rob and I walked hand in hand thru the garage door and headed out to our car. We noticed that the drive way was shoveled free of snow. "Did you shovel the drive way?" I asked Rob. He looked at me and smiled, "You really think I would do that?" He was right, Rob and cold don't mix very well.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked to the passenger side door when I heard someone shouting my name. "Kristen!" I turned around and Norman was out finishing up shoveling his walk way. "Hey!" I shouted back. Rob came over to me and waved, "Hey Norman."

Norman dropped his shovel and came over to us. "Hey guys! Nice to see you again!" He said leaning in to hug me. Woah, this was so strange for me. He did the same to Rob and I knew he was thinking the same as me, this is just so ordinary, yet totally alien to us.

"I hope you didn't mind me shoveling your driveway, I noticed car lights late last night, or early this morning, and I figured you wouldn't mind."

Rob and I looked at each other, was this real life? Or were we living in an alternate universe? "We don't mind at all, thanks so much, Norman." Rob said.

"My pleasure, Rob. So are you guys hungry?" He asked.

"Uhh yeah, we were just headed out for breakfast, would you like to join us?" Rob offered.

"Oh, LA folk, nothing is open in this weather. Everyone is snowed in. How about you come over and I'll make you two something, I'm an excellent cook."

I looked at Rob and smiled, "Wow, are you sure?"

"Positive! I haven't cooked for anyone but myself in so long, I would love to." Norman said.

Rob grabbed my hand and we followed Norman to his front door.

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Normans house was adorable. It kept with the modern theme of our street. Inside there were glass walls and dark hardwood flooring. Antique china caplets were holding vintage cameras and type writers. This was such a cool house. He led us thru the dinning room and into what seemed to be the mud room. We kicked off our shoes and Norman took our jackets. We followed him into his kitchen. Dark green Marble counter tops and white cabinets occupied the space. Norman instructed us to have a seat at the breakfast bar. Rob pulled out one of the black tall stools and I took a seat. Norman opened up his fridge, "Alright, French toast? Pancakes? Eggs? Take your pick."

Rob looked over to me and we both responded at the same time, "Pancakes!"

Norman chuckled and gathered the ingredients, "Good choice, I make the best blueberry pancakes in the world. My kids used to invite all their friends over on Sunday mornings when I would give their mother a break from cooking."

"Blueberry pancakes are my all time favorite!" Rob gushed.

Norman smiled and got to work. Within fifteen minutes, Norman told us to take a seat at the table and was serving us up some delicious looking flapjacks.

"Norman, these look amazing, thank you so much." I said.

"Its my pleasure, Kristen."

He sat down and we all dug in. I took a bite and my tastebuds started to sing! These were better then anything I had ever tasted in my 22 years. "Oh my God!" Rob and I both said.

Norman chuckled, "Thats what I like to hear."

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The three of us finished breakfast quickly. Rob and I insisted on cleaning up. Norman gladly accepted and showed us where to put everything.

Norman had us follow him into his sun room that over looked his deck up on the third floor. This room, like all the others, had glass windows. Rob and I sat down on the modern navy blue couch, while Norman sat in his white recliner.

"Your house is incredible." Rob said.

"Why thank you, my wife was a decorator. She loved treating this place as an art piece."

"Well she did a great job." I told him.

"I'm sure she would appreciate hearing that. So, how have you kids been?"

"Great, we are all finished up working so we were headed home. But this snow storm stranded us here." Rob told him.

"Ahh, I see. So after this clears up, you guys are headed back home?"

"Yeah, until we have the baby. Then who knows? We were thinking of using this as our summer home…" I said.

"Thats a good idea. Lots of activity here in the summer. You know, I was so excited to see tire tracks in your driveway this morning. You two are the sweetest neighbors i have ever had. In fact, I was cleaning out my attic the other day and I set this aside for when you guys returned. I thought you would appreciate this." Norman got up out of his chair and headed over to his closet.

He rummaged thru a few things and pulled out a painting. "My good friend Nick was a painter. He used to paint Lake Huron every winter and every summer. I thought you guys would like to have a part of your lake house back in La."

This painting was gorgeous. Norman was so sweet. And I really loved the idea of having a piece of our lake house.

"This is amazing, Norman, thank you." I said. I got up and gave him a big hug. "Your so thoughtful."

Rob did the same and shook his hand. We all talked for another half hour until Norman had to be somewhere.

"I promised a lady down the street that I would come by and shovel for her."

"Oh, no problem. Sorry if we held you up." Rob said helping me up.

"Not at all, I love talking to you two. Make sure to say goodbye before you leave."

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There will be 2 parts to this chapter, so stay tuned!