Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Kali.
Author's Note: Carby fans this is for you!
Mmmmm, breakfast. Technically I shouldn't smell anything from the third floor of a mansion but I can smell bacon. Close?
This question props my eyes open and I see a tray on my bedside table with a plate containing a small cup of orange juice, three pieces of bacon and a note saying; There's more in the kitchen.
I grab my housecoat (noting that I still have my breeches on) and dash down the steps.
Upon entering the kitchen I see Patty cooking a storm with Abby and Carter laughing about something.
"Morning," I smile, handing my (empty) tray to Patty and grabbing coffee.
"Hi hun," Abby kisses me softly on the forehead as I take a seat between her and Carter.
"Where's the bacon?" I inquire my eyes eager.
"Right here my dear," Patty chippers, setting a plate in front of me.
"Pass the syrup please," I ask Abby.
I drown my bacon in maple syrup and Carter pretends to gag.
"Look what you did," he playfully scolds Abby.
"It's goooood," she defends, grabbing a bacon piece off my plate and popping into her mouth.
What did these guys do since last night?
Last night? Wait! They didn't-! No! She has Jake!
I munch my bacon thoughtfully then go shower.
Hmm.
……………
Throwing my purse onto my bed I plop down with it. I haven't been home since yesterday. The mess from the kids is still in the living room. Abby is in the living room talking on the phone and sounding a tad mournful. Curiosity pulls me up and down the hall. I casually walk in and pretend to search for something.
"I'm sorry too, but we did have fun," Abby is telling the person on the other end.
They say something long and she replies with a; "I don't know, I just need to focus on Kali now, and we weren't that serious. It'll be okay, don't stress you're a good guy Jake."
Jake! She's braking up with him.
"Okay thanks, I'll see you at work then," she finishes and then hangs up.
I eye her and raise my eyebrows, "So…?"
"Yep," she says, in the voice I refer to as "her funny voice." Which is when she is talking but thinking about something else.
"Okay?" I question, crossing the room and falling on to the couch beside her.
Her arms automatically move around my shoulders and pull me as close as possible, "Yep."