1 year later
Laura
I rolled over in bed, my arm hitting a brick wall. The brick wall that happens to be Stephen Case.
“Why are you smacking me?” Stephen mumbled.
I slowly rubbed his chest with my hand, “I’m not, I did by accident. But I should smack you.”
Stephen reached up and put his hand on top of my hand that was resting on his chest. “What did I do now?” He asked, the sleep still in his voice.
“Nothing… yet, but it’s coming. Let’s see how Sunday breakfast goes.” I told him as I pulled my arm away from him and started to get up.
About six months ago, I was tired of this non functioning family not doing anything normal. If I was going to be part of Stephen’s world, I wanted some normalcy. So I made them start doing what I call Sunday breakfast.
It started with just me and him
