Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20190209161644/@comment-27624831-20190316011821

"Right..", she replied, removing about three pancakes from Mark's platter, and drizzling a fair amout of the maple syrup on his pancakes. Slicing a thin slice of butter from the butter stuck and placing it on his pancakes, Winter gently placed the delicious meal infront of her husband with a smile. "Bon appétit~", she purred.

Adela continued to rest, hearing her husband's footsteeps and the door opening and closing. The mother-to-be would complete the list of chores she had embedded in her mind once she woke up. Sweep, dust, mop, anything to make sure their house was squeaky clean.