Willow made me breakfast in bed this morning.
That's how wonderful this woman is. Last night, I stress-f****d her on a picnic table, and instead of getting up and pampering her like I should, she got up before everyone else to make me food without anyone bothering her in the kitchen. I don't deserve this woman in the least, but God damn, I f*****g adore her. I still can't believe I finally told her I love her, though. There was a moment last night when I didn't think she would say it back. Thank God she did.
I glance up as my bedroom door opens, and she walks in, pulling her apron off. She wears it every time she cooks. I bought it for her when we first met. She'd just turned eighteen a few days before coming here and mentioned that she liked cooking sometimes. So, as the brother w
