Page 51 of Only ever you-Ana & Byron
Byron stared.
"You're still drinkin' it black? Are you mental?"
She raised an eyebrow at him, deadpan.
"I don't drown it in milk and sugar like you, you idiot."
He pulled a face.
"Oi, don't knock it. Some of us like our arteries coated, alright?"
Ana snorted as she perched herself on the edge of the counter, legs swinging lazily.
"You basically drink dessert for breakfast."
Byron leaned back against the sink, folding his arms across his chest.
"I'm the one makin' pancakes and you're the one takin' the piss."
She lifted her mug in salute.
"Division of labour. You get to fatten me up, I get to insult you. It's balance."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
It would've been a perfect little moment.
Until he spoke.
"So... uh... about last night."
She raised a brow. "Oh god. What now?"
He turned, spatula in hand, eyes sheepish.
"I, erm..." He scratched the back of his neck. "Might've... forgot the condom."
Ana choked on her coffee "You-what?"
"Look, it's not like I didn't mean to. It's just-" He gestured vaguely. “It was your legs in the air that did it. And you. And me. And the wall. It all escalated really quickly."
She folded her arms, eyeing him.
"No wonder you were extra considerate to clean me up. Hiding the evidence?"
"Honest mistake," he muttered. "Didn't mean to go in all guns blazing."
She shook her head but sighed. "I'm on the pill, Byron. It's fine."
His shoulders slumped with relief. "Oh, thank fuck. Thought I'd just started a family by accident."
She smirked, walking over to steal a piece of pancake from the plate.
But then, under his breath, he muttered
"Could've called 'em Little A and Little B... if they were twins."
Ana blinked, caught completely off guard.
