*** ***Chris*** ***
I damn near tipped the chair over. That’s how my day is going to start I guess. Bella and Alana are still sound asleep, and I’m feeling mighty thirsty and I walked out and into the kitchen. There’s two empty glass in the sink. Who the… really? I washed the glass and looked in the fridge.
“Morning,” I hear and I immediately knew who it was.
“Morning, Dean,” I said and he immediately punched my arm, but then he kind of recoiled. Huh, did his punch get weaker or something?
“Damn, bro, you’re been working out?” I shut the fridge door and he got a better look of my shirtless body, “Holy shit, you really have been working out.”
“We’re really starting this now? At this time?” I said in exasperation. Dean and I are only a year apart and looking at him and how much he’s starting to slip up on his body, I’m feeling a bit more confident that I can take him if we start having our fights again.
He laughed and backed down with a dismissive wave. I grabbed a bow and poured myself some cereal and a bit of 2% Milk and dug in.