{Noelle’s POV}
After I got Emmaline cleaned up, we decided to make a plate of cinnamon rolls for Owen. She helped me ice them, and we got on our shoes, heading up the hill.
We walked into the house and she led me to his room. We knocked first. “Owen, we brought you some breakfast.” I said.
“Come on in!” He answered.
We walked in, and went to his bedside. “I hope you like cinnamon rolls.” I said, setting the plate on his nightstand. I pulled out a thermos and sat it down beside the plate. “Got you some coffee too.”
“Thanks guys, you didn’t have to.” He smiled, before looking down to Emmaline. “Did you help?” He asked.
She nodded. “I’m the one who did the icing!”
“Well, it looks delicious!” He laughed, as I pulled one out and handed it to him.
“I also have some leftover steak a
