Isabella's POV.
I stirred the oatmeal gently, watching it thicken over the gas cooker and Declan walked in with his damp hair which was scattered by the shower. He wore a navy blue shirt and fitted trousers then I noticed that he paused in his footsteps when he saw me in the kitchen.
“Good morning Bella” he said with a deep voice which was rough with sleep and I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him.
“Good morning Declan” I replied back as his eyebrow narrowed at me.
“Are you okay? Shouldn't you be resting?”
“I think that I have been resting too much,” I said, turning off the gas cooker and turning to face him fully. “Declan, I want to go back to school”
“Today?” he asked.
“Yes. I want to go back to school today” I responded and he walked towards me slowly as though he was tr
