~Vivian~
The smell of bacon filled the kitchen as I hummed to myself, flipping pancakes like I hadn't just destroyed my husband's ego last night. There was something therapeutic about cooking when your world was falling apart. Maybe it was the control, or just knowing that this could be the point of no return, but at least pancakes didn't cheat on you or demand open marriages.
“Hey bestie,” Tasha chimed as soon as I picked up her call, “What’s popping?”
I tore an already cooked pancake into two, and threw the half in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the hot pastry until it was cold enough for me to actually chew on. “I’m good. Just trying to have a peaceful breakfast for a change.”
I heard her inhale sharply. “Now, if you tell me one more time that you’re making breakfast for Nathan
