MJ woke up and reached her fiancé's warmth but the spot next to him was already cold. She sat up and glanced at the digital clock next to her. Five-thirty. Just when did he leave? She sighed and reached for her robe as she put it on. Then, she reached for her phone to call him. After a few minutes, he answered.
"Hey, babe!" He greeted and in the background, she heard horrendous screams and cries.
"What time did you leave?" She asked.
"Well, like three. I don't know."
MJ sighed.
"You barely have any sleep." She crossed her arms.
"Babe, I am just having fun. Don't worry. I'll sleep later."
"You better do that. Are you going to eat breakfast here?"
"Yes, I will," Harvey answered so gently toward her.
"What do you want?"
"Are you going to cook?"
