Laura
I woke up early to an arm around me. I smiled, knowing it was Stephen. I’m not going to lie; it felt both natural and scary how comfortable I was with him.
I managed to sneak out of the room and into my own. Quickly, I got ready for the day and made my way down to the kitchen.
I was in the pantry, gathering the ingredients I needed when I heard my dad behind me say, “Morning, sweetie.”
“Morning, Dad. Do you have chocolate chips?” I asked.
“If I do, they’ll be in there,” he replied.
“I don’t see them,” I told him.
“Then we don’t have them,” my dad said.
“It’s okay,” I replied.
“What are you making?” my dad asked.
I closed the pantry door and placed a bag of flour on the counter. “I was going to make chocolate chip pancakes, so I guess I’ll just make waffles now.”
“Just make
