7- I love you too

Mirabel's Pov.

It is naturally soothing to wake up to the soothing orchestra of birds or to the early morning rays from the shining sun. I had imagined waking up to any of the aforesaid scenarios today and not to the banging sound of utensils or the smell of burnt bacon and cheese.

Another bang of silverware and stream of curses had me jumping out of bed. What was going on?

Slipping on my bedroom shoes, I yanked the door open and walked down the hallway only to break into a light cough as smoke assaulted my lungs.

Jesus, is there a fire outbreak happening in the house?

My unspoken question was answered a second later when I saw Dexter sprint out of the Kitchen, almost crashing into me.

"What's going on?" I asked as I rushed over to the drapes in the living room and quickly parted them. I then opened the windows and balcony doors to allow the morning breeze to sweep out the smoke.

"A little cooking disaster, I dare to say."

I would have noticed the unusual pink on his cheeks if I hadn