POV: Lily
Carly just went down for nap. She should be down for a few hours. I go down to the kitchen to fix me a late lunch. Mom and Blake are sitting in there talking. Right, I need to get this over with. I fix a sandwich and sit down with them. " Lily what do you want for dinner tonight" mom asks me. "Fried chicken" "That sounds great" Blake says. Mom narrows her eyes at me. "What?" I say smile because I know what. " Now you know good and damn well what. You know I don't like to touch raw chicken" I laugh. She doesn't like the feeling of raw chicken at all. She doesn't really cook chicken at all. "Well I'll cook it then. I can make dinner tonight then. No big deal." I tell her. Blake chuckles at our banter.
"Lily don't you have something to tell your mother." Blake says with a pointe
