Your Pov
I yawn and stretch, sitting up and letting the blankets fall down to my waist. I actually slept really well last night and feel very refreshed. What's even better is that I had absolutely no nightmares and that feels really good.
"Y/N!" Sally yells, tackling back onto the couch after I stand up.
"Haha, hello Sally. You're up early," I chuckle, standing up.
"Yep! And I'm all better!" she giggles.
"I'm glad," I say chuckling and following her to the kitchen.
"Is your daddy awake?" I ask her.
"Of course I am," Sam says chuckling.
I blush lightly when I see him turn around from the stove with a pan full of scrambled eggs with onions, green bell peppers, and tomatoes. He is still in the pajamas I loaned him and the shirt fits him perfectly, outlining his toned chest and stomach, and his strong arms that could protect you from anything. His skin is perfectly smooth and slightly paled but is perfect on him.
"Umm Y/N?" Sam asks.
"Huh what?!" I ask, snapping out of my day dream.
"I said I hope you don't mind me making breakfast. It was the least I could do since you let us stay here," he says again, amusement evident in his voice.
"Oh not at all," I say blushing and sitting at the table beside Sally.
"I knew you liked him," she whispers in my ear.
"Shush," I giggle, winking at her.
"What are you two whispering?" Sam whispers, plating the food.
"About how much we like pie!" Sally declares.
I can't help but laugh at her response and she even gets a chuckle out of Sam. It is one of those quiet and professional chuckles that makes you want to here his full laughter. The kind to make a girl's heart melt in her chest. Gah! Stop it Y/N! He's probably married, not to mention you're not exactly all that good looking. He could find someone way better than you than some drug-dealer's daughter.
"Miss Y/N are you okay?" Sally asks, peering into my eyes with her big green ones.
"Oh yes I'm fine," I say forcing a smile.
"Okay!" she says, satisfied with my answer.
"Wow this is really good," I exclaim after taking a bite.
"Daddy's the best cook ever!" Sally declares as she eats.
"Oh I don't think so Sals," Sam says laughing, making me want to swoon.
"I don't know Sam you might be. I've never tasted food quite like yours," I say smiling at him.
"Well thank you Y/N," he says, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"Daddy can I stay with Y/N today?" Sally asks him with big eyes.
"Not today Sals. You need to go to the dentist," Sam says.
"NO!" she screams, jumping down from the table and running.
"Here we go again," he sighs, standing up.