Jason POV:
The first morning of married life, and I was already on edge. I'd woken up early, determined to do something—anything—to make the day start on a better note. Cooking breakfast seemed like a safe choice. Ella might have been furious, but surely even she wouldn't object to a plate of eggs and pancakes, right?
I'd just finished flipping the last pancake when I heard the soft padding of her footsteps behind me. I turned, spatula still in hand, to find Ella standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a look of thinly veiled annoyance on her face.
"Good morning," I said cautiously, trying to gauge her mood.
She didn't respond. Instead, her eyes swept over the kitchen, narrowing slightly. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she looked around. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was thinking.
"Looking for someone?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
