Chapter 93: Why

Lyra's POV

It's still dark outside, but I can hear the sounds of Derrick's steady breathing next to me. I slip out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible so I don't disturb him. I make my way to the kitchen, flicking on the lights and getting everything I need to start cooking. I can already feel the excitement building inside of me as I start to prep the ingredients for breakfast. I'm determined to make this the best breakfast Derrick has ever had. I move around the kitchen with ease, quickly and efficiently, as I put together a delicious meal of eggs, fried rice, and sausages. As I open the door to head back to the bedroom, my heart beats a little faster. I can't wait to see the look of surprise on Derrick's face. And just as I suspected, as soon as I opened the door with the tray of food, Derrick woke up with a start, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in bed. I tried to give him food, and we enjoyed giggling about anything we could under the sun. It was a beautiful day for me, but