CARRIE’S POV
“What is that smell?” I asked as soon as I stepped into the kitchen.
I knew it was Arden. I left Asher still comatose on the bed. He looked like he needed more sleep.
“I’m cooking,” he answered. He looked refreshed.
“I know you’re cooking. I mean, what are you cooking? It smells awful. I can scent oil everywhere,” I carped, pinching my nose.
I was lucky I didn’t have terrible morning sickness and no triggering smells that could make me puke..., until now. It was overwhelming.
“Sausage. Eggs. There’s nothing mind-boggling here.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “My stomach roused me, needing something to eat.” He added.
“Can you facilitate the exhaustion of the smell in the air?” I asked.
I felt like spitting out as my saliva exceeded in secretion. I heard the sound of
