I know that’s what he’s doing. Doesn’t matter, though. Doesn’t mean that I’m not gonna enjoy it while it lasts. The house smells of bacon and coffee so I’m not surprised to see both on the kitchen table, but am taken aback when I see what else is there. Pancakes. Fruit. Orange juice. Oh, and did I mention a bathed and fed infant napping in her automatic swing? “Mornin’.” Stitch hands me a mug of Joe. I rake it. “Mm hmm.” I’m gonna drink his coffee. I’m gonna eat his pancakes and bacon. And then? Then I’m going to leave him with the dishes and the baby while I go shopping with Angel. That’s the plan and I’m sticking to it. “Good?” he asks when I swallow the first batch of homemade griddle cakes. I could be a bitch right now and tell him I would’ve rather had Belgium waffles, but I don’t want to be cruel.
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