Our Own Storm

 Mark's POV

I wake up, feeling the side of the sleeper couch that Gray fell asleep on. I look to her side and she isn't here. I take in my surroundings, but she isn't in the lounge. I hear movement and plates in the kitchen, and then the aroma of breakfast hits me. F^ck, she is supposed to be on bedrest. I get up and I walk to the kitchen. It is still pouring with rain, which means that the storm hasn't ended.

I reach the kitchen and Gray is making omelettes. "You are supposed to be on bedrest." I say, as I stand by the kitchen counter, feeling a bit disappointed that she isn't listening to me.

"Well, I didn't want to wake you up, and I wanted to make you breakfast." she smiles as she places an omelette onto a plate, and moves back to the stove.

I sigh. "You have to f……