The Plot

Chapter 20

Gabriella

Gabriella awoke from her slumber the following morning. Sitting up on the bed, she yawned with her eyes still closed. She rested her head on the headboard to catch her bearings. It had been a while since she had decent sleep. She had no idea how she made it to her bedroom. She figured her father brought her.

A faint recollection of her being carried crossed her mind.

That's probably it. Dad brought me.

She sighed when her stomach burned with hunger. Her eyes opened; she couldn't believe what she saw.

How I did get here?

Gabriella turned in all directions, completely bewildered. She was no where near her old bedroom or her parent's house. This was where they started; when things were nice and past feelings were kindled. It was also the place of their undoing. It was in Andrew's room. He had some explaining to do. She neaten the bed then went to her room to have a shower.

After, she rushed downstairs and found him lounging on the sofa watching a movie. She tapped his shoulder from behind the chair. "Good morning Nicotra."

He looked up; to her surprise, he didn't show his usual disdain for her. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

Yes. But you don't need to know that.

"Hmph." She folded her arms, "How I did get here?"

He shrugged, a smug smile tugged at his lips. He turned to change the channel on the TV. "Santa brought you. He dropped off my Christmas present early. Imagine my surprise when I found you cuddled up to me in bed."

"What?" It couldn't be true. She wasn't a cuddler whilst asleep.

"I know right. You wouldn't give me some space."

She shook her head, "That's a lie. I don't cuddle."

Andrew stared at her, "Apparently you know every move you make when you're asleep."

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Uh... You live here?"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, "I know that Captain Obvious. But why?"

He stood and rested the remote on the sofa. "Your breakfast is on the table."

Her face mirrored one of confusion. Who is he?

"Andrew you're acting weird. Stop it." He moved and passed her to go upstairs.

He shrugged, "And so are you. You used to be so warm in the morning. Cheerful, happy..." He sighed as though he reminisced on fond memories. "Do you remember those wild mornings we had?" A slight smirk crossed his features.

"Okay. I'm out." Gabriella speed walked to the dining room and found her breakfast covered on the table.

That was awkward.

She uncovered the plate; steam rose from the delicious omelette and toast. Not to mention the fruit salad and scalding hot tea on the side.

She was shocked more than anything. She couldn't recall the last time he made breakfast for her. Probably their honeymoon. It was unbelievable. He wasn't that thoughtful towards her anymore. But he was a gentleman; she assumed he made for her since he made breakfast for himself.

A smile unknowingly tugged at her lips. I should thank him.

Just then, Andrew walked past to enter the kitchen. "Andrew," She called.