Erica's POV
I woke up the next morning feeling very tired and hungry, didn't eat anything last night, I checked to see that Alex was still sleeping.
Poor child yesterday must have been hectic for him. I checked to see if his temperature was fine as I pull the duvet to cover him more, the room was icy cold.
As I was about to leave the bed, I heard the door open Damian came in, carrying a tray of bacon, egg, cheese sandwich, jam donuts, yogurt, and nice-looking juicy apples. My stomach rumbled at its mere sight.
But, being that I am still angry from our little fight last, I pretended not to be interested in what he was carrying.
"Good morning," he said carefully placing the breakfast tray on the empty bed space before me.
"I figured you might be hungry so I woke up early to prep
