"You can have one before breakfast."
"I wasn't thinking that."
"You were."
He laughed.
"I might've been."
I handed it to him anyway. He took one bite before shaking his head with a smile. I didn't need him to say anything because I already knew he liked it. I reached for one of the muffins while he finished the cinnamon roll.
The bacon finished cooking a few minutes later while I scrambled the eggs. I placed everything on two plates before adding toast beside them. Dane carried the coffee mugs to the table while I brought over the food. It felt good doing something so ordinary after everything that had happened yesterday.
"This looks good," he said.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
He smiled.
"You know I would."
We ate without rushing. The television stayed off because neither of
