Nola
Kylan and I stayed at my parent’s last night to save us from driving back home. It wasn’t the original plan, but we had such a good night, so we chose to stay. To my surprise, they allowed us to sleep in the same room because I was half expecting my father to put us in different rooms. We behaved out of respect.
Kylan is still sound asleep, but I have been awake for the last hour. I carefully remove myself from Kylan’s arms, not wanting to wake him, and head downstairs for breakfast and a coffee. When I arrived at the kitchen, my father was already there.
“Hey, Princess, there is a fresh pot just made,” he smiles, “Thank you. I am going to have it outside. Care to join me?” I smile.
He nods, and we both take a coffee, heading out of the back yard sitting at the table. I smile,
