A/N: Sorry it took so long, I've just been super busy lately and haven't really felt like writing. I'm actually surprised I wrote as much as I did today seeing as I've been awake for almost 24 hours straight on straight caffeine. Anywho, I hope it doesn't suck. Oh, and if you do like this story, please tell a friend about it, the more reads the merrier! Anyways.....enjoy!!!!! :) (pic of Heather -->)
Chapter 3- We Are Not Talking About This
I groaned and stretched when I woke up the next morning. I checked the time to see that it was just after nine o'clock and decided to get up and get breakfast started for Daniel and Rosie. They would be up and hungry. Before I trudged down the stairs, I went down the hall to check on Rose. I silently cracked her door open and looked in to see she was still sleeping peacefully in her bed, tucked under the blanket exactly the way I'd left her when I'd tucked her in last night. A happy smile eased its way to my face and I closed the door quietly.
I decided on making pancakes for breakfast with coffee for Daniel and I and some orange juice for Rose. I got out the strawberries and blueberries and whipped cream that we always kept in the fridge for breakfasts like this and set them on the table. Daniel had off today so he didn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn as usual. I knew Rose would be happy. She loved it whenever Daniel had a day off because then he'd take her anywhere she wanted to go and do whatever it was she wanted to do. He spoilt her way too much. Not that she wasn't already spoilt beyond belief, but he just took it up a notch and it sometimes worried me that she'd always expect to get what she wanted. But I knew that something like that wouldn't happen. I never let Rose get away with doing anything she wasn't supposed to do or say things she wasn't supposed to say. It may seem like she can't say that much or do that much because she's five, but for a five year old, she sure is pretty dang smart.
When I was putting the last bit of pancake batter in the pan, I heard movement and turned slightly to see Daniel walk into the kitchen with Rose in his arms, still half asleep.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty," I joked. I got a grunt from Daniel as he set Rose down in a chair at the table then plopped down in the one across from her.
"You're up early," he stated.
"I've got some errands to run so I figured I'd get a head-start on those so that I don't spend all day doing them," I said with a shrug.
"I guess that means you and I get to spend some quality uncle-niece time, huh?" he asked Rose. She mumbled something inaudible, still not fully awake.
"Just don't burn the place down, no terrorizing the neighbors, and no more mud baths," I said sternly as I pointed a finger at Daniel. He held his hands up, trying to look innocent.
"Hey, she started it!" he said pointing at Rose.
"No! He started it!" she accused. She was awake now.
"What? How did I start it?" Daniel asked, trying to act like that day wasn't his fault.
"You told me I could!" Rose stuck her tongue out at him and he mimicked her. I rolled my eyes at him. I swear he could act just as childish as Rose.
"Okay, we are not starting that up this morning," I interrupted. They started those kinds of fights all the time and they would surprisingly go on and on. Once they lasted for an hour straight. No matter what I said they didn't stop. Eventually I just went up to my room and read for the rest of the night until I fell asleep, leaving the two to bicker away to their hearts content.
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