"Mommy, you're awake." Just as Phoebe Faulkner was simmering with murderous rage, Mia Faulkner pushed the door open and came in, the little girl carrying a bowl of something unidentifiable.
Phoebe didn't want Mia to see her current state, so she quickly pulled the covers up to hide herself.
But just as she was about to speak, she saw Jace Lennox appear in the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, his eyes fixed on her with a look of pure satisfaction. "Are you sore anywhere? Mia and I made breakfast."
"You... what are you doing here?" Phoebe looked like she'd seen a ghost, trembling as she scooted back an inch.
"Mommy, Uncle said he likes you and me, and that he'll make breakfast for our family from now on. Mommy, Uncle's cooking is so yummy!" Mia had already been completely won over.
"You—!" Phoebe glared at Jace Lennox.
