“Let’s both agree we both did exceptionally well.” Jack said with a chuckle before taking another bite of his eggs and toast but soon prepped some onto the fork and held it up, holding one hand beneath it to avoid any runny egg dribbling onto the bed, and offered it to Katelynn.
“Say ahh.” he whispered.
Even after all these years, Katelynn still blushed whenever Jack didn’t something sweet like this, her cheeks popping red like Christmas lights. She opened her mouth, tongue slightly out and accepted the eggs, chewing delicately.
When she swallowed, she said, “And here I made this breakfast for you so you could take your medicine on a full stomach.”
She hadn’t eaten her own breakfast yet, wanting to make sure he was well fed first. And now that she thought about it, she would have made enough for two so he wouldn’t be eating alone.
“Gotta eat up and get some strength so we can go out and take a walk after all.”
“Yes we don’t want Missy throwing a hissy fit at us…” Jack commented.
Missy being their jet black poodle who was, technically, a middle aged dog. She, like the other pets they’ve had all throughout their years together, had been picked up from the local shelter. Despite being what Katelynn had first thought to be a ‘prissy’ dog, Missy had proved to be as tough as any regular dog, if not tougher.
Seemed like she was compensating for being a poodle.
“What’s the weather today? My knee’s hurting so I guess that means some over hanging clouds?” he asked, turning his head to peer out the window.
Jack Maple 