Flair POV
I woke up the next morning, feeling listless as I got up and showered, dressing for the day in casual sweatpants and a shirt. I felt bloated and tired, Roscoe happily following behind me as I crept downstairs, certain that Grayson had left for work by now. So I was stunned to walk into the kitchen and find him cooking at the stovetop, his movements rhythmic and calm, while I tried to gather my composure, walking around and letting Roscoe out the side doors that led to the backyard and coming back to the dining area.
"I thought you would be at work by now," I said quietly, knowing I must look awful, with dark circles under my eyes, my hair untamed and cascading wildly down my back and my eyes puffy and red from crying.
He began to stack pancakes onto a plate, glancing at me s
