*LUCIANO’S POV*
I take a quick look around the kitchen. There are herbs and bottles of different shapes and sizes laying around. I pick up a herb that has a purple hue on it, just to keep my hands busy. It smells like lavender so it probably is. The kitchen looks like she had been working for quite some time. “How are you up so early? Did you get any sleep?” I ask her. She smirks at me as if to say pot calling kettle black and I smile back. I drop the piece of lavender back on the table. “How long have you been having trouble sleeping?” she asks. “I honestly can’t remember a time when I slept through the night, Becky. It’s become my normal and I can’t say when it started.” She sets her motar aside and proceeds to put the kettle on the stove. She gets two mugs out of the cupboard and place
