Irene’s blue eyes shone directly.

“I like it,” she introduced, operating over to me. “It’ll match the purple diamonds on my tiara.”

“Let’s have breakfast after which we’ll come up right here to get you dressed,” I mentioned, laying the gown on her mattress.

“I’m so excited, I’m not even hungry!” she squealed, trying completely delighted.

She jumped at me and I picked her up in my arms.

“Will there be pancakes?” she requested as I carried her out of the room.

“I’m unsure,” I mentioned. “However, there’d be oatmeal.”

“Eww!”

I laughed.

“Oatmeal is for outdated individuals like Brian,” she mentioned in a sagely voice. “Princesses solely eat pancakes.”

I quirked my eyebrow at her. “What about bacon?” I requested.

“It’s too salty.”

I chuckled. Irene was all pancakes and syrup for breakfast.

I’m going make her eat fruits and eggs too, I made a decision quietly, carrying her into the household eating room.

“Morning, kiddos,” Brian greeted as we entered the room.

He was seated on the head of the desk and was studying the morning paper. Corey and Caleb have been scrolling by their telephones, most likely studying the identical information as Brian.

“Come, come,” Brian referred to as, propping the folded paper towards a juice jug. “Hurry up and have breakfast. I don’t need to waste a minute of visiting hours at the moment.”

“Visiting hours aren’t till ten, Dad,” Caleb muttered.

“It’s an hour’s drive to the hospital,” mentioned Brian. “Come on, boys. Maintain consuming. Your eggs are getting chilly already.”

Corey chuckled and winked at me.

My coronary heart lifted directly and I smiled again.

“There’s no pancakes,” Irene’s upset voice sounded subsequent to me.

Corey and Caleb regarded across the desk, lifting lids to verify there have been completely no pancakes anyplace.

“Let’s strive one thing else,” I mentioned. “Go me that bowl.”

She handed me a cereal bowl, trying glum.

“We will inform the prepare dinner to make some,” mentioned Caleb.

I shook my head. “She’ll get sick of pancakes if she eats them day-after-day.”

“I received’t!” Irene objected directly.

I stuffed the bowl with bits of cut-up fruit, topped them with yogurt, and sprinkled the highest with muesli.

“Do this,” I mentioned, drizzling honey on high. “I swear it’ll be candy.”

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