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Pen Your Pride

Saturday morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. For a few moments I debated about sleeping for a little longer, but the delicious scent drove me out of the comfort of my covers. I trudged into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes sleepily. Will entered my vision, whistling to himself as he hovered over the stove.

"Morning!" he chirped upon seeing me. "I'm making breakfast."

"Obviously," I responded, cracking a smile.

"Pig!" Elliot came out of nowhere and ran into my full force, nearly knocking me over. "Morning!"

"Don't call me Pig," I sighed half-heartedly. I had the feeling he wouldn't be giving up that nickname any time soon.

Elliot pouted at me, resemebling a puppy. "But Pig is Pig..."

I couldn't help another grin from spreading on my face. Lowering myself down to Elliot's level, I gathered him into a giant bear hug, squeezing him tight. "You're too cute! I love you!"

"Hey, hey! I want in on this love fest," Will commented, wagging his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes. "You're too old."


"Is breakfast ready? I'm hungry," I complained, sitting down at the kitchen table and slumping my head on it. "And tired."

"You should have slept longer," Will told me with a laugh.

"And miss out on your not-so-awesome cooking? I think not," I responded, waving my hand. "It smells good."

Will shrugged. "I may not be much of a cook, but I thought I'd make you a nice breakfast."

"What's the occasion?"

"That I finally finished my manuscript on time this time, and that you made it through another week of school," Will responded with a grin. "I'm proud of both of us."

"I'm proud of Sherry for not killing you."

Will winced. "She probably would of if it wasn't for Eli in the room with me."

"... I don't think I want to know."

"I don't think you do either."

I cracked a smile as Will winked at me. He returned his attention back to the stove before he spoke again. "So, what are your plans today?"

I shrugged. "I don't know... I kind of want to go to the mall."

"First pay check?"

"The money should be in the bank now," I responded with a grin. "It's weird actually having enough money to pay the bills and still have enough to be able to buy things for myself."

"I feel like I want to cry..."

"What? Why?"

"I just feel happy for you," Will told me, turning off the stove. "I don't know how to describe it. I guess this is how a couple who has been wanting a baby feels when they find out the wife or girlfriend is pregnant."

I stared at will with a blank expression. "That made no sense."

He laughed. "Never mind. I'm happy you have extra spending money... Since you'd never take mine."

"And I never will," I stated firmly. "We've been over this."

Will sighed. "I know, I know. I just feel like-"

"A helpful neighbor, who you are," I cut him off, rolling my eyes.

"Right. Here," Will said, putting a plate full of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me. "Enjoy, mi amor."

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