The next morning...
The rays of the sun splashed into the room, shining it's light on Hazel's face. But that wasn't what woke her up. She was hearing some noises downstairs. She wish the noise could just stop so that she can continue sleeping. She quickly sat up, pulling her hair.
"Argh!" She groaned in frustration. The door flung open with Aiden walking in with a tray of food.
"What's going on downstairs?" She asked.
"Good morning wife" he greeted her. She smiled and slapped her forehead. She almost forgot what happened yesterday.
"Sorry, good morning" she said. He placed the tray in front of her. She exhaled deeply. It was toast and butter again. This time it looked more appetizing. There was a glass of orange juice and some sliced apples.
"Sorry, I'm not a good cook" he said.
