Chapter 224: The Cake That Started a War
Micah had slept through the afternoon and woke up starving. Something smelled really delicious. Warm, sweet, homey. His stomach growled loudly.
Still half asleep, Micah rolled out of bed, dragging his feet across the floor as he left his room. He scratched his messy hair and yawned so wide his jaw cracked.
As he walked into the kitchen, he almost bumped his shoulder into the wall.
Rubbing his eyes, he adjusted his glasses on his face. His eyes landed on the counter. A small round cake sat there. It was a little uneven on the sides, but adorable. A few strawberries had been placed nearly on the top, nestled in whipped cream. Not a masterpiece. But it looked homemade.
His brain lagged for a second before it clicked. Turning his head, he spotted Darcy, standing near the stove, quietly spooning rice into bowls.
"Why didn’t you wake me up?" he asked hoarsely, his voice rough from sleep.
Darcy put the bowl down and poured water into a glass. "I tried. But you wouldn’t get up," he said plainly, handing the glass to Micah.
"No way!" Micah took it and gulped it down. "I am not a heavy sleeper."
Darcy gave him a crooked smile. "Right. My bad. Next time, I’ll shake you hard, dump cold water on your head, or scream bloody murder. Maybe all three."
Micah pouted and sat down. "Okay. Okay. It was my fault," he muttered. "Let’s eat. That smell is killing me."
Darcy sat across from him with a smile. The two dug in quietly. The clatter of spoons filled the space between them. There wasn’t much talking, but there wasn’t any awkwardness either.