When I woke up in the morning the bed was empty and the smell of bacon filtered into the room. I smiled and dragged my, still fully clothed, ass out of her bed and down the hall to the kitchen. I watched her hum and cook as Ty sat in a high chair and I couldn’t help but sneak up behind her, wrapping my arms around her as she screamed a little and jumped before laughing and pushing me away. Ty was laughing too, dipping his hands in a mess of baby food and entertaining himself by splashing it as much as he was eating it.
Julia waved her spatula at me, “You are handsy in your sleep,” she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face even as she tried to appear threatening.
“Protective,” I said defensively, “just very protective of you.”
“You’re allowed to hate me, you know?” She said, “What I did…I’m pretty sure it’s illegal…”
I sighed and she turned her attention back to the breakfast as I spoke, “Jules, I don’t hate you. I hate that I didn’t know until now. I hate how you went about things, but you? I don’t think I could ever hate you.”