“Steve…” As every morning went, Aria was trying to wake me up. It was only a matter of time before…
WHAM.
Yep. She hit me with a cast iron frying pan.
“I’m up, I’m up.”
“Good, now make me breakfast.”
“Fine, Queenie Bee.”
“4 eggs, 3 slices of toast, 6 peices of bacon and 5 hash browns, Stevie. Also, a cup of English breakfast tea, with whole milk and two lumps of sugar.”
“Monster appitite for a monster queen.”
“WHAT?!”
“Nothing, nothing.” As it went every morning, I slipped out of my room to make Queenie her breakfast feast before she could hit me again.