Hiram's POV
“Hey. Good morning.” Riya's voice sing-sang and I turned my head to look at her. She was coming down from the staircase and was headed into the kitchen where I was making breakfast.
“Good morning.” I looked away again and refocused my attention back to the avocado that I was spreading over the French toast I had just made. These days, I have been pushing myself to make my own breakfast and not stress Candice about it. Besides, making my own simple breakfast was fun.
“What's cooking?” She stood beside me and stared down at the toast. “I want some too.”
“Go make yours.” I deadpanned. “I only made enough for me.”
I picked up the plate of toast and my usual coffee in my hands and sat in the kitchen dining to eat. Riya pouted and sat down on the table in front of me. I dug int
