Her lips pursed together as he bellowed her name. It only took the once; she knew what that meant. It was a final, silencing command. She was so terrible at taking care of herself, and with the stress that was added on in the past month her insomnia had kicked up tenfold. With the two combined, it led to one overly-busy, workaholic Keira. The habit was formed at an early age, and managed to only worsen as she grew up.
She groaned as she let herself flop around limply with every heavy step he took. She hated it when people fussed over her- she was able to handle herself. Not very well, but she didn’t think it was worth all the fuss. She felt like a child who had disobeyed her parents, feeling guilty and upset at herself.
“What do I get to eat today, then?” She quietly asked, recognizing where he was taking her. Man, she’s really need a shower, the oil was starting to make her skin itch.
“What do you want? I’m up for just about anything.” His tone and gaze were much softer as he spoke this time, setting her down in the kitchen and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He glanced around at the well-stocked kitchen, giving a slight smile.
