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Kaleb's pov

" Kaleb."

A soft touch to my face made me twitch away, wiggling my nose when something tickled the tip. I swatted it away and let out a loud dragged out yawn. My body was exhausted and my lids were way too heavy to bother fluttered open to see who's trying to wake me up.

"Honey, wake up." The voice is soft and very close. Mom.

" Just five more minutes." I whined drowsily. Her next words made my eyes to snap open as though I was just bit by a snake.

" Today is Bailey's birthday. Aren't you going to show her what you did for her?"

As I straightened my spine and blinked to adjust my blurry vision, I looked down at the countertop and realize I had fallen asleep in the kitchen. I winced, lifting my hand to the back of my neck, rubbing away the ache.

Shit this is going to hurt for days.

" What time is it?" I asked, a yawn cutting in halfway through my question. I rubbed my eyes and run them over the kitchen space. Everywhere was filthy with ingredients scattered around.