[NikkoGallarado]

"Good morning Jessibell chan," he said old habits die hard even living in America but his family ways and ways of home stayed him him. "How are you doing this morning?" as he walked in held up the flowers with a smile. "I was thinking if you would like some flowers for the kitchen." he held strong feelings for her wanted her to know he would never do anything to hurt or leave her, he could smell the food that she was cooking. "Ano you haven't eaten yet?" from time to time he would worry a little to much. "Here come on," as he closed the front door walked over to her taking back into the kitchen sat her at the table.

"I shall finish cooking breakfast for you." as he went over to the oven looked at it seeing what she was making.