Salvatore’s POV

“Darling, have breakfast.”

“Nah I’ll skip.”

“You have never skipped breakfast.” Her arms folded with a frown layered on her pretty face.

“Well I feel a bit sick.”

“Sick?” Her brows draw up in worry. Her palm pats my forehead, neck and chin. “You look alright but how do you feel?”

“Carelessly, recklessly, and dangerously sick.”

“I made this breakfast specially for you. Is it my cooking you hate?”

“Maybe.”

“Ouch!” A smack hit me on the shoulder.

“Mom Salvatore is teasing my cooking again.” She whined to mother who sat at the other end of the table eating her breakfast.

“What do I do with you?” Mom...