Baked bread

The sweet scent of baked bread filled my entire lungs as I rose from the bed.

The smell is everywhere, and I find myself rising from the bed, even without stretching.

I follow where the aroma came from, and it leads me towards the kitchen.

Orlan had an apron wrapped around his waist, and he also had a hair net, which he used in covering his hair.

I was stunned because this is the first time for me to see Orlan in an apron. "Good morning honey!" I greeted him with a smile

Orlan turns around and gazes at me while smiling. "Good morning to you my loving pumpkin." He replied while waving his hands towards me, which is a means of calling out for me.

"Did you prepare breakfast?" I question while making my way toward him.

"What do you think?" He replied to my question with a question.

"Well! I think you ordered this." I replied, stating what I thought.

"Gush! You got me okay." He grumbled while pulling off his apron

"Hahaha!" I laugh out freely because I'm aware that Orlan can't pr