Spencer’s P.O.V.

It was the smell of pancakes that woke me up. The sweet scent of syrup drifted under my nostrils. As I opened my eyes, I had to squint. The blinding California sun was coming from my window, making it hard to see.

Then I realized something was missing. ‘Where’s Ashley?’ I thought as I pulled the sheets off me. I then heard my front door slam. I ran to my window, to see if Ashley was leaving, but she wasn’t. My mom hopped in her Jetta and rode off to work.

I caught another whiff of the pancakes and my stomach grumbled. I walked downstairs to find my dad, Glen, and Ashley in the kitchen. Both my dad and Ashley had on a ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron. Glen was sitting at the table, waiting hungrily for a stack of pancakes.

“Good morning sleepy head!” Ashley exclaimed, running over to kiss my cheek. “Your dad and I decided to make some pancakes…”

“I can see that…” I said, giving my dad a hug. “They smell delicious…”

“They sure are!” My dad said, flipping a pancake over. “You know, Ashley is a great cook…just like me. It’s good to have someone around who can make more than Ramen noodles!”

“Hey!” Glen said defensively. “Everyone loves Ramen. Don’t be hating!”

My dad chuckled before looking at his watch. “Oh damn!” He cursed. “Sorry guys. But I’m going to be late for work. I’ll see you all later!” He grabbed a few pieces of bacon and a pancake before heading out the door.

Ashley finished off the pancakes and brought huge stack over to the table. Glen and I dug in hungrily, loving the taste of the delicious pancakes. He ate fast, rubbed his stomach and then got up from the table.

“Well, I don’t want to crash your little lovebirds breakfast.” He said, laughing. “So I’m going to head off to work…” Glen had just gotten a job at a sporting goods store, so that he could make some extra cash. “I’ll talk to you guys later…” And with the slam of the door, we had the house to ourselves.