Louis
I woke up, and stretched my arms. I must've fallen asleep... H must've carried me to the bed.
"H?" I called out, groggily.
"You're awake?" He called from downstairs.
"Yes sir!" I yelled. I got up and walked downstairs. I found him in the kitchen, struggling to make breakfast.
"Can't we go out or something? Someone told me about restaurants one time!" I asked, eagerly. "Sorry Lou, I got called into work. My friend Veronica will be here in a while. He-I mean she, will be here. But you'll be by yourself for about thirty minutes. Be good." He hummed. I nodded my head.
Obviously, before this Veronica person came over, I could snoop around a bit. I wanted to find my parents.
"When you leaving, H?"
"Why so eager?" He asked, pretending to be hurt.
"I'm just curious." I laughed.
"About... 45 minutes. And I'll be back before dinner."
I nodded my head, "Need help with those, uh, eggs?" I ask. I remembered taking a cooking class once, it was so we would be able to serve our Doms. It was okay I guess. I remembered breakfast stuff, and I also remember burning my hand on breakfast stuff...
"I can manage, besides, you just got up," he said.
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