After such a workout, we needed a good rest. So we stay tangled under the blankets for a few hours until I wake up around 3. As much as I love feeling her laying next to me and to feel her chest rise and fall with each breath, I have to get up. A good romp always makes us hungry and Atla needs her strength now that we know that she's pregnant. I slide off the bed, peeling her arms and legs off me. Sensing that something's missing, Atla's face scrunchedls up and her hands start to grasp for the air. I slide my pillow closer to her and she grabs it, pulls it close, and goes back into her restful sleep. I grab a pair of sweat pants and clean boxers that I had laying on my desk chair and head to the shower. I wash off all the stickiness in a bracing cold shower and head to the kitchen. Since we hadn't eaten yet today I start making a huge breakfast. "I'll make omelets (hers a tuna, mine a mushroom), toast with all the jams out of the fridge, fruit salad, bacon, and some fresh squeezed orange juice." I make the fruit salad and toast first, and then set up our omelets and bacon. A minute after the bacon hits the pan, I here our bedroom door (my parent's old room) creak open. Atla is standing there drapped in a sheet and rubbing her hair out of her eyes. "What are you making love?"
"Just all of your favorites, love. Smelled the bacon?" She nods her head and takes a big sniff. "Smell great. Let me get cleaned up and then we'll eat, okay?" I flip our omelets simultaneously and smile. "Sure thing, babe."
She slinks back into the room and I hear the water run in the tub. I plate our omelets and bacon and grab a few oranges to make our oj. I manage to peel five before the door bell rings. "Ding dong." I wipe my hands on the towel hanging off the oven door and walk to the front door. "I wonder who that could be?"