Third Person POV:
The following day Rachel woke with a frown seeing the bed empty unlike when she went to bed. Crawling to the end of the bed she stepped down and padded her way downstairs where she heard the quiet voice.
Sitting down at the table she rested her head on the cold counter top, tired. "Here munchkin."
Brayden set a plate of two mini pancakes in front of her and she sleepily held her head up. Thanking him quietly she grabbed the fork from his hand.
"Where are you going?"
"We have to work."
She frowned and placed her fork down after finishing one of the pancakes. "But you just worked."
"Work doesn't stop when you want it to." Brayden lightly tickled under her chin.
"Can I go?"
"Are you sure you want to?" Landon raised an eyebrow at her.
"I want to."
"You can go," She
