“Good morning, princess!”
“Good morning, Miles.”
She slipped into the chair across from him and gave him a small sweet smile. All that Miles could think was how he got so lucky to have such a beautiful woman like her.
Leaving her to play on her phone, he turned to the stove and started preparing the pan he would need to make their omelettes.
“I hope omelettes are okay for breakfast. I was going to addsome peppers, onions, cheese, and ham in there. Anything you aren’t okay with or allergic to?”
“No allergies, but please no onions. I don’t like those. Everything else is fine.”
Nodding he went back to cooking humming to the low music he had playing in the background.
“I figured we could continue our conversation from last night over breakfast. Is that okay with you?”
He waited for an answer but it never came.
“If it’s not that’s okay, Little one. I don’t want to rush you.”
Nothing still. It was so quiet in here that you could hear a pin drop from the other room. Turning to face her, he didn’t like the look he saw on her adorable face.
“Everything okay, Olivia?”
“Huh? What?”
“I asked if everything is okay?”
“Uh…yeah. Sure everything is fine.”
“Are you sure? It doesn’t seem fine. You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?”
“Yeah, everything is fine, Miles. Just got a little distracted. Did you need something?”
“I asked if you wanted to continue our conversation from last night over breakfast this morning.”
The blush that crossed her cheeks made him want to grin. He loved seeing her blush.
“Yeah, I would like that.”
Giving her a smile, Miles turned back to the stove finishing up their breakfast. He couldn’t get the image of her face out of his head.
She looked almost terrified and that was never a look he wanted to see on his Little girl.
The gut feeling that she was hiding something was stilllurking in the back of his mind and her reaction was sending up all kinds of warning signals.
Trying to push that behind him, Miles plated the food and urged her over to the breakfast nook in the corner of the room. Going back to pour them both a glass of milk before settling in to eat.
Not wanting to rush her to have this conversation, he let them settle into a comfortable silence and he waited to see what she would do. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her to be unsettled.
“Sooooo, uh I thought about what you asked me.”
“Mhm, how did that go?”
“I think I would like to try.”
“Try what Little Bunny? I need you to be one hundred percent honest here. I need you to say the words.”
He watched her take a deep breath. Miles had never felt so proud of someone before this moment. He knows what she is asking for is huge and is leaving her vulnerable.
