Raven’s P.O.V.
I awoke to the feeling of something soft poking my cheek. Then, a tiny, triumphant voice whispered,
"Daddy! I made us breakfast!"
WHAT?
My eyes snapped open.
"You what now?" I bolted upright, my heart immediately hammering at the thought of my five-year-old daughter anywhere near the stove.
"Lucy, tell me you didn’t—"
"Relax, Daddy!" Lucy rolled her big, brown eyes, the same shade as mine.
"I didn’t cook anything. I made us a banana and Lucky Charms!" She gestured proudly to the nightstand, where indeed, one slightly smushed banana and two bowls overflowing with rainbow cereal sat.
I exhaled, shoulders sagging with relief.
"Oh. Well... that’s very responsible of you. And you made an excellent choice, Lu." I reached out and ruffled her curly, bedhead hair, tryi
