Aria’s P.O.V
I had been lying awake in bed for the last hour, hoping Hunter would leave or something cause I am not in the mood for his crap this morning. I had enough of that last night. As much as I never wanted too I had to move, well according to my stomach I do. It's shouting feed me. I groaned pulling myself out of bed, deciding today I would just completely ignore Hunter. I headed into the kitchen, in desperate need of coffee before anything else.
When I arrived he was making breakfast. It smelt so good, shame we are fighting or I could have just stolen it from him. I took a deep breath, waiting for him to start.
“Great timing...breakfast is almost ready…cheese and mushroom omelette.” He said smiling brightly at me.
Um, what the f**k? He is being nice now? I don’t understand
