I went right back to pouting.
Atlas chuckled. He walked to his dresser, and rummaged through one of the drawers. Atlas pulled out a white T-shirt and walked to me. He pulled it over my head, but I kept my arms crossed.
"Babygirl, I made you breakfast. Don't tell me you aren't hungry," he said.
My stomach growled.
"See," he said with a laugh.
I sighed, and put my arms through the armholes of the shirt. Atlas held his hand out for me, and I took it. He helped me to my feet, and I winced slightly.
"You okay, babygirl?" Atlas asked.
I gave him a smile.
"Yeah. Just a bit more sore than I thought," I said.
Atlas kissed my forehead.
"Let's go, I'll carry you." He said.
I giggled.
"I can walk, but wait," I said.
"What's wrong?" Atlas asked.
"Sit." I ordered, and Atlas sat on his
