Status: COMPLETED.
The Man Who Couldn't Die
EIGHTEEN;
Holland awoke to the smell of pancakes and turkey bacon. She trudged downstairs with a hand on her stomach and stopped immediately when she reached the kitchen.
"Rhett?"
He turned around. Her monkey apron hung around his neck and he held a spatula in his hand.
"Hi, baby," he smiled, turning back around and flipping over a pancake.
"You're cooking," Holland stated, striding over.
Rhett smile grew wider. "I am."
"Why?" she asked, suspiciously. "Are you gonna poison me?"
Rhett rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No. This isn't going to make up for anything," he piled five pancakes onto a plate and set them on the table, "but I thought I'd do something that'd help you and the, uh, little one." His eyes flickered to her stomach.
Holland placed her hand on her stomach again and she smiled.
"Well," she said, sitting down and pulling the plate of pancakes towards her. "Don't mind if we do!"
"Rhett?"
He turned around. Her monkey apron hung around his neck and he held a spatula in his hand.
"Hi, baby," he smiled, turning back around and flipping over a pancake.
"You're cooking," Holland stated, striding over.
Rhett smile grew wider. "I am."
"Why?" she asked, suspiciously. "Are you gonna poison me?"
Rhett rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No. This isn't going to make up for anything," he piled five pancakes onto a plate and set them on the table, "but I thought I'd do something that'd help you and the, uh, little one." His eyes flickered to her stomach.
Holland placed her hand on her stomach again and she smiled.
"Well," she said, sitting down and pulling the plate of pancakes towards her. "Don't mind if we do!"
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I'm terrible because I've had two reviews written about this story and I haven't updated in ages. Although that's because I AIN'T GOT NO COMMENTS (except for a few of you <3). Although the 62 recs is pretty awesome, ngl.