Gabi's P.O.V
I rush down stairs, still wearing my baby pink cotton pjs, and run into the kitchen. The familiar smell of my favourite breakfast dish lingered in the air, and I couldn't wait to have a stack of my mum's pancakes in front of me.
I almost tripped and fell onto the floor when I saw the sight in front of me.
Ryder was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes in one hand and grilling bacon in the other. He was wearing plain black joggers and a flowery apron over his bare chest.
My mum was standing opposite him, cutting a fruit salad. "Hey honey, have a nice sleep?" I simply nodded at her, still trying to get over the fact that Ryder is making my family breakfast right now whilst wearing my mother's apron.
"Ryder was sweet enough to help me with breakfast this morning. I c
