Caitlyn's POV

"Miss Caitlyn! It is time to wake up!" called Rosetta, my parents' hired housekeeper.

She's amazing and more of a mother to me than my biological one! Since my mom and dad work on cruise ships they are barely ever home and therefore had to hire Rosetta so wouldn't always be alone. Rosetta is probably the only person in the world, other than Nate, who can wake me up without being throttled.

"Thanks, Rosetta. I'll be down in a minute," I mumble tiredly and she leaves my room with a nod.

I pull myself out of bed and look down at my attire. I'm wearing neon green pajama pants and a black Connect 3 shirt that said 'I heart Nate' across the front. I shrug and pad down the hallway towards the staircase. Rosetta smirked at me as I passed her in the hallway.

"Rosetta is there breakfast made or should I get started on it?"

I often make us breakfast when I don't have school. She responded negatively but didn't make any move to make the breakfast either. What the hell was going on?

I shook my head and continued through the house to go and make breakfast despite Rosetta's instance that I didn't have to. As I neared the kitchen I could hear someone whistling. Was I dad? He used to whistle when he made pancakes when I was little every Saturday morning. That was the only logical explanation.

I sprinted into the kitchen, ready to greet my parent's happily, but was instead surprised with a mop of dark curls atop a delicious young man.

"Nate!" I screamed happily. Nate turned away from the stovetop where he is currently making pancakes. Nate puts down the spatula he is holding and takes a step towards me as I continue running at him. I jump into his arms as he spins us around and captures my lips in a sweet kiss. His tongue begs for entrance and I oblige.

I hear Rosetta enter the kitchen and we pull our lips apart, but I make no move from Nate's arms.

"What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in London!" I ask confused, yet happy.

"Well…"

I smile and lightly punch him in the stomach for knowingly waking me at three in the morning.

"Ow," Nate whines as we sit down at the breakfast bar watching as Rosetta plates the pancakes Nate made. "By the way, I like your PJs, Caity," Nate teases as he rubs the spot where I'd hit him.

I stick my tongue out at him before digging into the stack of pancakes in front of me.