Chapter Thirty-five.
Rosie POV.
Rosie woke up to the scent of pancakes and the low hum of music drifting in from the kitchen.
It had been two months since Ethan's surgery. She had been stressed. Rodrick had insisted she stay over after a late night movie marathon turned into sleepy cuddles and heartfelt whispers.
She padded barefoot into the kitchen to find him at the stove, hair tousled, wearing her favorite thing on him. Peace.
“Morning,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.
He smiled and leaned into her touch. “Morning, beautiful. Hope you’re ready for a chef’s special.”
“Is it pancakes with too much cinnamon again?”
“Exactly that.”She responded.
They both laughed.
Over breakfast, they kept things light, but something buzzed beneath the surface unspoke
