There's an old saying that what goes around comes around. Some might call it karma. Others? Fate. A commonly shared belief though is that what happens in the dark always comes to light and for Arianna, Maya, Colin and Derrick...the sun is about to c...
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I wake up with fluttering eyes, tangled limbs and a slight headache. Reaching over, I shut off my alarm before it can disturb him. Prying his arm off my body, I lift the covers and drag my feet over to the restroom. I do my hygiene's and pull on a robe before exiting out and releasing a quiet yawn. I make sure to close the door behind me, before going to the stairwell to head down to the second floor.
Crossing my arms, I walk to the first door.
"Aiden," I knock, blinking my eyes. "Time to get up honey." I'm met with grumbling. "Aiden" Silence.
Shaking my head, I walk three doors down.
"Nadia," I knock two times. "You need to get up mija." Again, all I hear is moaning and grumbles of protest. "You're gonna be late for school."
Groaning softly, I walk to the end of the hall.
"Okay," I shrug casually. "I'll just have your father wake you up." Smirking to myself, I hold one finger up, then two and finally three.
"We're up," they both announce, heads sticking out their door so I know for sure.
Works every time
Laughing, I shake my head and go down to the first floor. I head for the kitchen, immediately opening up all the blinds. Reaching in the fridge, I pull out the fresh bag of carrots. I saunter over to the backdoor, unlock it and walk over to Sammy's cage.
"Morning Sammy," I greet with a smile, emptying the bag of vegetables into his bowl. "Lucky bastard, you're always the first one to eat." I smile, watching as he slowly makes his way to the bowl.
Heading back inside, I lock the door behind me and wash my hands.
"Hmmm," I wonder aloud, contemplating for a few seconds on what to fix. Ultimately, I decide to go with waffles, sausage, and eggs. I gather all the ingredients, throwing the links on the fire and mixing the batter. In between that, I turn on the Keruig, pulling out three mugs.
Shaking the skillet, I flip the sausage over and proceed to pour the batter into the waffle maker. This thing is a heaven sent. As the first set of waffles come up, I check the links to see they're done and shut that burner off. I then start on scrambling the eggs, while quietly humming to myself.
"Something smells good," I smile, lightly chewing on my lip as those arms wrap around me and that familiar voice whispers in my ear.
"Waffles, eggs, and sausage," I explain, as he nuzzles his head in the side of my neck. "All of your favorites papi."
"Almost all," he teases, his hands moving to rub up and down my sides.
"Morning love," I greet with a smile, shutting the burner off and turning around to look up at him.
