I flip the piece of bacon on the pan and watch it sizzle. From Eden by Hozier is playing on the kitchen Alexa and I'm relishing in the fact that I get this time to listen to my own music for a change. Between Cameron's Top 40 playlist and Hayden's random arrangement of everything under the sun, I missed my calming, laid-back beats.

The twins' parents are out of the house this morning, both called to work so I took it upon myself to make them both breakfast.

Something in me wants to just...spend the day with them. Both of them. After last night, laying in bed and chatting until the sun came up with Hayden made me realize how much I've always loved being with them.

Hayden hasn't let me in like this in...well, ever and I'm basking in it. He's like the opposite of Cameron in all the best ways and vice versa. It's thrilling and addictive and what one twin doesn't have, the other does. It's such a balance that I always knew I needed.

Explains why I'm hooked on to them both so deeply.

"Is that bacon, I smell?" A raspy voiced, Hayden, walks out of the hallway and into the kitchen. My eyes flicker over at his messy black hair and I take the fact that he's rubbing his eyes as an opportunity to stare down at his tattooed shirtless body.

I lick my lips and quickly avert my eyes back to the pan. "Yeah and eggs will be coming soon."

"Well, look at you. Little housewife." He laughs to himself, sitting at the barstool at the kitchen island.

I try not to turn around and focus on the food. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" I ask.

I gaze over my shoulder and watch as Haydens eyebrow raises. He's surprised. I like that look on him.

I finish up with the bacon and set it aside under some paper towel before moving on to the eggs.

"Oh, I got you some coffee. Black, right?" I say, pouring him a cup of coffee.

I walk over and plant it in front of him as he scrolls on his phone. He looks up at me and for some reason, a look I can't quite pin flashes across his face.

"What?" I shake my head.

He smirks at me and waves me off. "Nothing. Thanks." He mutters, bringing the black coffee up to his lips.

"I don't know how you drink that. Don't you want a little cream or sugar or something?"

"Nope." He pops the P and sips again.

I continue with popping some toast in the toaster and begin on the eggs. I can't help but feel like his eyes are on me every step of the way.

I want to turn around and face those pale green eyes so badly but I force myself not to.

Hayden is like a cat. He can't admit he likes attention...

I shake my head to myself. I'm so down bad it's insane.

"Is that breakfast food that I smell?" Cameron dashes into the kitchen, bright and happy, as per usual.

"You sound like you've rested well." I laugh, looking at my best friend.

He smiles at me, gripping the frame of the kitchen doorframe above his head. I take in the small tattoos that decorate down his ribs. He's not as tatted as Hayden but he's sexy all the same–

"Ow!" I yelp, wincing from the pain that just shot through my ass cheek.

"Sorry, that was meant to be a squeeze but turned into a hard grip." Cameron jumped back as though he thought I was going to hit him with my spatula. Which, now that I think about it, I actually might.

"You. Go sit." I order.

Cameron looks at Hayden and I don't miss the quiet laugh and wink he gives his brother as Hayden shakes his head and looks back on his phone. Was there an inside joke that I missed?

I roll my eyes and look back at the eggs. "Well, it looks like these are going to be scrambled now instead of sunny side up, thanks to Ass Squeezer over there." I wave my spatula at him. Cameron just laughs, choosing to hop up and sit on the island to watch me cook instead of, you know, a regular stool.

"What's on the agenda today, team? It's Saturday, what are we doing?" Cameron asks, swinging his feet.

I put the toast on all the plates and dish out eggs for each of us.

I walk over and place a plate in front of Hayden who looks up at me with those fucking eyes and before I make a total fool out of myself by drooling into his breakfast, I pass Cameron his plate, as well.

"I was thinking we could all hangout? We could go–" I begin to say.

"I can't. I work." Hayden mutters, cutting in. My stomach drops.

"You work on a Saturday?" Cameron asks, looking down at his brother.

Hayden shrugs and leans back in his chair. "Yup."

I feel my jaw clench as I walk over to my own breakfast. I'm not even hungry anymore.

"I'll be home later though. If you guys want to...hangout..." He adds.

I turn around and face them both. Cameron nods his head pleasantly while jamming a stick of bacon in his mouth. "Cool. Cool." He says with a mouthful.

As much as it sucks Hayden has more in common with a Vampire then a real life boy, I always love alone time with Cameron. He's such a fucking good time.

I feel my lips turn up. "What do you say, Cammy Cam? Me and you then?"

Cameron shoots me a look like I'm crazy for even asking. This makes me laugh and I bite a piece of my toast off.

"You know exactly what we're going to do too." He smiles maniacally.

"Oh, do I ever." I roll my eyes and laugh.

OOF.

My back hits the ground and I feel a ripple of pain shoot up my spine.

"You fucking dummy, that was way too hard." I wince.

Cameron laughs, pretending to do a touchdown dance. "Don't be a sore loser. Not my fault you got your ass beat." He dribbles the ball in front of him and throws another basket, making it in a clean swipe.

"You're so fucking annoying. You'd be carded for showboating." I say, standing up and dusting myself off.

We've been playing one-on-one at our gym court for the past couple of hours and I think it's safe to say that Cameron has been kicking my ass.

"Oh, and a bunch of fouls. You've got to learn how to keep your hands to yourself." I laugh as Cameron clearly isn't listening to me anymore. He dribbles the ball around me obnoxiously and fakes out every five seconds.

I've had enough of this.

At the last second, I shoot out my hand and pull back the ball into my possession.

"What? No!" He scrambles after me as I dribble down the court, executing a perfect lay-up into my basket.

"And that's what happens when you get too cocky." I pant, pushing the ball into his chest.

He rolls his head and drops the ball. "But rubbing it in your face is half the fun."

"That's what she said." We say at the same time.

We both narrow our eyes at each other and we stay like that for a beat until I break first.

"Come on. I've got to grab some clothes at my place if I'm staying at your house tonight." I laugh, shaking my head.

"Just wear my clothes. I don't care."

"I need to shower and grab boxers."

"You can shower at mine and borrow my boxers. Again, I don't care." He fakes out on me with the basketball but I don't even try. I'm tired and my muscles hurt. I have no clue how he's still going.

"Dude, it'll take me too seconds. Plus, you can say hello to Nonno and Nonna." I raise my eyebrows a couple of times.

His mouth drops open and he stops moving all together. "They'll be home? I haven't seen them in so long." He smiles, dropping the basketball over his shoulder. Cameron runs off to the changeroom and I can't help but shake my head and smile as I follow after him into the locker room.

I walk out into the kitchen, rubbing the towel in my hand on my hair.

"Nonna, I'm telling you – there's no other lasagna like your lasagna." Cameron leans his back against the chair in my grandparents small kitchen. He looks so big in this home. His body takes over the room the same way his personality does.

He pats his stomach overexaggerating how full he is.

"Death by lasagna?" I laughed, whipping him in the thigh with my towel. I walk over to my Nonno who is putting away some dishes and give him a kiss on his bald head.

"First it was the Minestrone Soup, then it was the leftover frittata, and then the lasagna–"

He's cut off by her offering him some Caprese Salad. Cameron laughs, shaking his head profusely. "Nonna, no! You're killing me." He laughs. I love seeing the smile on her face as she tugs him back into his chair.

There's no way he's getting out of this. He's leaving this house full to the brim or not at all. It's the only way.

I stand back in awe of the way he interacts with my lovely grandparents. They took me in as a little kid when my parents passed in a car crash. They're all I've ever known as loving parents. Them and of course, The Holts.

They're family.

It fills my heart with love seeing the people I love so much here in one room.

A strong sense of realization hits me when I realize we're just missing one person.

I wonder how Hayden would enjoy my Nonnas lasagna.