Almost every morning, I'm usually awake before Carol is so that I can cook breakfast for her. I especially do it when she has to work that morning, and I have to get up really early in order to be awake before she is.

But, since it was Sunday, I knew she would sleep in a little late, so I didn't have to get up too early to make breakfast. But, I still got up pretty early just in case.

I don't ever sleep in, which became a habit since I'm used to going to bed early and waking up early.

I know she likes almost everything, but I don't have the motivation nor the ingredients to cook everything for breakfast. So, I'll have to start with something she loves the most.

French Toast.

She especially loves it with strawberries and powdered sugar sprinkled on top. I never had it but when she had me try it for the first time, and I instantly fell in love.

Cooking french toast isn't all that hard. It's probably the easiest thing to cook. For breakfast that is. I mean, a lot of things are easy to cook, but I find this the easiest.

After I got a plate made, I had the coffee already going and I knew that she would love all of this. She always loves it when I cook for her, and I would do it everyday for the rest of our lives.

I wiped my hands on a towel and walked upstairs to our bedroom. I knew she was still asleep, but I didn't want the food to get cold, and it was almost ten, so it was time for her to wake up anyways.

I walk in the room and immediately see her laying on the bed and I couldn't help but smile at her. I stopped next to it and sat down at the edge as I watched her for a few seconds. I hate waking her up, especially since she's in such a deep sleep.

I gently shake her until she rolls over the other way. I chuckle as I lean over to her and kiss the side of her face. She stirs but she still doesn't wake up. I move the hair from her face and watch her for a second until I think of another solution.

I get on the bed and turn her over so I can sit on her crotch. I lean down and start kissing her stomach a little. I hear her move around and I smile against her stomach. I lean up and watch as her eyes open up and they meet mine.

She smiles at me and I feel my heart swell. I rub her stomach as she stretches and I couldn't stop these butterflies in my stomach. Her eyes find mine again after she stretches and she still has a smile on her face, "Good morning,"

I smile at her as I rub her stomach, "Good morning. I made you breakfast,"

She continues to smile, "Thank you," she grabs my hand from her stomach and holds them while staring at me. I stare back as I feel my heart speeding up as I'm looking at this gorgeous woman laying under me. "I love you," and that's all it takes for my heart to burst.

I lean down and kiss her. I pull back and smile at her, "I love you too," I get off of her and help her up as I watch her slip her shoes on.

We walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I hand her a plate and we both sit down at the table and eat as we talk a little.

"Do you mind going out to get a few things today?" she looks over at me as she wipes her mouth.

I shake my head, "I don't mind at all," I smile as she smiles and takes a sip of her drink.

After breakfast, I decide to go ahead and get ready to go out. After I get dressed, I walk back down to the kitchen and I walk over to her as she's sitting at the table writing something down.

After a few seconds, she hands me a piece of paper and I look it over to notice that it's a list. I mean, it's a pretty long ass list too.

I look down at her, "Do we really need this much stuff?" The whole front of the paper was covered with shit.

She nodded, "Yes," she stood up and kissed my cheek. "You can do it,"

I stare at the paper, "Yeah, I can do it, but I'm too lazy," I watch as she chuckles and I don't think it's funny because it's the truth. I mean, I like getting out of the house, but I hate shopping.

"Just hurry up and get it done," she smiles at me. "I have something waiting for you when you get back," she smiles as she walks out of the kitchen.

I look over the paper again, "Alright, let's do this,"

***

I have never hated shopping more than I do now. Carol has me running errands so much and I hate it. I never had to run out and get things back when I was staying with Phyllis, because she was always the one to do that since she had the money. I guess she didn't trust me enough with her cash.

Speaking of Phyllis, she's happily married and I couldn't be happier for her. I met the man she married, Gregory, and he's really sweet and I couldn't ask for a better man to make her happy.

As for her daughter, Addison, she's six years old and I love her to death. They come and visit every once in a while but I never have time to go and visit them. They don't mind coming though, which I'm glad about, since I can never really leave the house unless I have to.

I'm surprised that when Phyllis knew there was something going on between Carol and I, she didn't think it was weird or anything. She didn't even say anything when we got married. The only thing she told me was that she was happy for me.

I'm glad Phyllis chose to start a new life and start over. She found her happiness and that makes me happy.

I pull up at the grocery store and I can already feel myself hating this. I got out and walked inside where I was greeted by an employee. I smiled at them and grabbed a cart and started going over the list.

This list was so long, and I hardly think we need all of this stuff that's on here, but since Carol wrote everything down, I guess we do need it.

In only a short few minutes, the cart was already halfway full and I was already irritated with this. I hated this so much, but I would rather do it than Carol do it. I don't know what it is, but I don't like her going anywhere by herself.

The thought alone scares me, and I don't know why. Every time she leaves for work, I tell her to be safe and have a great day, but she has no idea that I'm actually watching with fear as she's walking out that front door.

Call me crazy or overprotective, but I worry about her a lot.

I remember a few weeks ago, she started having these nightmares where she would wake up in sweat and her breathing would be hard, but she would only tell me that it's nothing when I asked her what the dream was about. She never tells me and she's been having it a lot.

She hasn't had it in a while though, and I'm hoping it stays that way because I honestly hate when she has nightmares.

I finally get done and go ahead and check out. I watch as the dollar signs start turning into double then triple and I shake my head when the man behind the counter tells me the amount. I slide the card and put the pin in then grab the receipt and walk out with the cart.

Carol and I bring in a reasonable amount of money, but nothing too over the top and nothing too small. Teacher salary sucks ass and my pay isn't all that great either, but we make it work with the things we buy. We have to go easy, but we make it work.

As I start loading the bags into the car, I finally get done and push the cart back to the front. I walk back to my car and as I'm walking, I catch a glimpse of something, or someone, and I turn my head in their direction.

I noticed a man getting out of a vehicle and as I'm standing next to mine, I wait until he turns around. He shuts the door and adjusts this jacket as he's turning around and when he finally looks up, my heart stops in my chest.

I feel my breath caught in my throat as I watch him walk and although he hasn't seen me yet, I thank God he doesn't. I watch him walk up the door and disappear inside as I'm standing there feeling my heartbeat in my chest.

I fumble with the door handle as I finally get it open and get inside then quickly start the car. I feel my heart still racing as I back out of the parking spot and quickly get out of the parking lot.

As I'm on the main road, I try to calm myself down as thoughts of him keep swimming through my head. I focus on the road as I speed towards the house. I know that telling Carol isn't the best, but she has to know.

She has to.

I quickly pull into the driveway and quickly grab as many bags as I can carry. After I get done, I leave the bag laying in the kitchen and I race upstairs to the bedroom.

As I burst through the door, I see Carol sitting on the bed with her robe on. The front is slightly showing her boobs and she smirks at me as her hair is flipped over to one side and she's giving me this seductive look.

I walk to her. "What are you doing?"

She smiles and pats the spot in front of her. I get on the bed and before I can say anything, she quickly pulls me to her and kisses me. I grab her waist as we fall back and I'm laying on top of her.

The kiss turns passionate which turns to something more, and before I can even remember what was going through my head, it's gone in a heartbeat.