The house was quiet.

I didn't wake till around lunch time. The smell of crispy bacon making my mouth water. I was starving. Pushing the covers off I grabbed my dressing gown and pulled it around my shoulders.

I didn't feel any better. I wasn't sick just sleepy. My eyes still heavy a yawn escaped my mouh as I headed downstairs. He was cooking and when I say cooking I mean the kitchen was a mess.

Pots, pans, plates everywhere.

He was stood at the cooker scrambling eggs. I couldn't hide my ...