Mar 31, 2012 16:59
Nathan... was already used to getting up really early in the morning in order to cater to the whims of a child. After four years with Jan, the concept of this particular weekend was about as frightening as the idea of getting into a fistfight with a cow.
So he was up and about already in the kitchen, frying eggs.
Domestic? Yes. But utterly necessary. Jan had gotten a taste for sunny-side up eggs recently, and, well.
He was kind of putty in her hands.
[[ for the guy, the girl, and the kid. ]]
apartment above wellspring arms,
wade