Abigail's POV
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. Pancakes. Sweet, buttery pancakes. My nose twitched, and my stomach gave a loud, happy rumble.
I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning. The sunlight was sneaking through my curtains, painting my room in golden stripes.
I stretched like a cat, then swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bunny slippers were waiting for me, so I slipped them on and padded out of my room, following the delicious smell.
When I got to the living room, I froze. My eyes went wide, and my heart did a little flip-flop.
There he was.
Alexander.
Sitting on our couch like he belonged there, looking all rumpled and tired, like a bear that had just woken up from hibernation. Mommy was standing nearby, arms crossed, her mouth pressed
