Sixty-one: MTOABB

MTOABB

“What time did he say he’ll be back?” Holly asked me.

“Not sure, he didn’t say.” She nods with a hum. She moves to the cupboard and takes out a frying pan.

“You plan on cooking?’ I asked, surprised.

“I usually do it when he goes out running. He’ll say he will make breakfast but when he comes back from his run, he is beat - laying on the couch like literal dead meat.” She chuckles as she speaks. She cracks four eggs in a bowl and moves to grab the oil.

“Do you need any help?” She didn’t look like she needed it, but it did no harm in offering.

“No, I'm good. Maybe you could look after the baby for me - if you don’t mind, that is.”

“Sure, I can do that.” I carried the baby with me to the living room.

“Hi?” I say, staring at the baby. I didn’t know what else to say, but when she looked up at me with her doll face eyes, I fell in love. “Why are you so cute,” I swoon.