Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

I woke to the smell of coffee. And, while I would have preferred to wake to the smell of baked goods, pancakes, and bacon, I would take the coffee.

Hopefully, there would be a lollypop somewhere in the kitchen I could steal without Daddy noticing.

Turning my head, I noticed that the coffee was a lot closer than I had originally thought.

There, waiting on the nightstand, was a hot, perfect, already sweetened the way I liked it cup of coffee with steam coming off the top. The blanket was still draped over my shoulders, and all around me, the bed was a tangle of limbs, breath, and quiet heartbeats.

That’s when I realized... Luca hadn’t made my coffee; he was still in bed with me. No, the house had decided that I needed a little pick-me-up, and it was no longer the sweet gesture I originally thought it was.

Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under Tank’s arm, making sure that he didn’t stir. Luca’s hand was still on my hip, and Daddy’s presence lingered behind me like a shield I hated to break away from.

But the moment my feet touched the floor, the air shifted.

A door was open.

Not cracked, not locked... open.

I was really going to have to change the locks on this place.