I got lectures in three different versions (by each family member) for spraining an elbow – my dad's being the longest one I had to sit through. I shouldn't have gone on a date with Hunter behind his back. Or I shouldn't have gone to a date, for that matter. Especially with someone he doesn't approve – which is every man in town except Nathan. However, my family is biologically incapable of staying mad at me. Their silent treatment hadn't even lasted for thirty seconds when I pretended I was having trouble with my cast.

Mom and Kathie helped me out in the shower, stayed through the awkward dressing with one arm part.

My dating hiatus is official. Firstly, because I got only three names listed on the official list. Secondly, if there were still candidates I need to remember, I don't. And lastly, I can't go on dates expecting them to spoon-feed me because my elbow is injured.

I sat back against the piles of pillow behind me. On my lap is a book I picked from my shelves. When my eyes need a break, I just look out my window where the first rays of sunshine come streaming in.

My door swung open, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Good morning, mommy!" Ethan walks over to my bed, feet bouncing. Cautiously, he gives me a hug and peppered my face with kisses.

"Does it still hurt? Daddy said you fell off the couch last night and hit your elbow." His eyes were bluer with concern.

I blink, surprised that I have just been relieved from the agony of telling my son I was backing away from a kiss because I freaked out. I smiled and tousled his hair. "Why do you smell this nice in the morning?"

"Daddy and I are off to work." He shrugs.

"This early?"

Ethan nods. "It's an early meeting. And then we're going to make birdhouses. You're coming with us."

"Wait, hold on, baby." I clutch his shoulder, reeling from his mention of "we."

"The meeting is not going to take long. And we'll hang out at daddy's place. We're making birdhouses again. You won't get bored, right?"

"Okay, that would be nice. I'm not sure about the 'work part' though."

He looked a little heartbroken. "Why not?"

"I can hang out with you guys after the meeting. Where's your daddy?"

He beamed. "He's making you breakfast."

Nathan comes in with a tray and my bedroom was brighter all of the sudden. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

My jaw dropped. "What's happening?"

"Obviously, you're eating breakfast is what's happening." He strolls toward my bed and lays the tray down my lap.

"Breakfast is served," Ethan announced with a dramatic little bow.

I had to stifle a laugh. The bed tips when Nathan sits to my left side "No need to lift a finger. Specifically, an elbow." He winks teasingly.

I probably stared longer than a minute. A cursing Nathan could be hot. But the sweet Nathan who made me breakfast in bed is perfection.

Sweet, utter Perfection.

From the endearing blue eyes, to the way he was smiling so adorably at me. It was simply spellbinding.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm?"

"The sprain."

"Oh." I blink, looking down to my arm as if I forgotten it was even there.

His brows creased. "Does it hurt?"

I shake my head eagerly. "No. It's fine."

"Are you sure?" He scoots closer, his perfume tingling my senses.

"Yep," I answered absentmindedly.

I realized Nathan is wearing a business suit. Constantly seeing him in one during my vacation has been refreshing. And also, very familiar. Although he wore an apron over it, it couldn't undermine the masculinity of the three-piece suit sheltering his broad shoulders, his muscled arms and chest. Anndddd, that lean stomach that must be sporting a six pack.

My heart thudded in mortification of the wayward thoughts.

Very shameless thoughts, I'm afraid.

Ethan picks up the fork from the tray, grinning at me. "We're your servants for the day and the days after that."

I shake my head to rid myself of my thoughts. "You are?"

"Yep." He started to fork out a piece of pancake and urges me to open my mouth. Which I did distractedly.

"Careful with the syrup, baby." My mouth closed around the fork, the pancake sweet and delightful in my tongue. I nodded appreciatively. "It's good."

"Sure, it does. I really worked hard on it." His lips curve into a megawatt smile.

My gaze bounces between him and Ethan. After all these years, the resemblance still astonishes me. And the fact that a baby could stay nurtured inside your womb for nine whole months and still come out not looking like you.

Ethan feeds me three more slices before handing the fork to his daddy. "I have to tell grandma I can't go to the park with them today." He hops off the bed and skidded out of my bedroom.

Nathan looks down to the half-eaten pancakes and shrugged. He starts feeding me himself. I lift my uninjured hand, about to suggest I do it myself.

He gave my hand the lightest slap. "You're not supposed to move a muscle."

"But I can do that myself," I disagreed.

"When I said you're not lifting anything, you're not lifting anything. What kind of servant am I? Now, open wide."

I open my mouth, waited until the slice of pancake was close enough and bite it off the fork. "I think I'm full."

"Just one more." He impaled another slice of pancake and ushered the fork to my pursing lips.

"You're not trying to make me fat, are you?" I narrowed my eyes.

Nathan laugh. "I'm feeding you breakfast. That's that."

"Okay, fine. But just one more bite and I'm done."

"Sure."

I chew on the pancake suddenly self-aware. "Ethan said you're taking him to a meeting."

"Yes. I can't have you chasing after him while he runs around the house."

"Oh. Because of this." I point to my arm.

"Yes." His gaze kept dragging over to my lip.

My breath hitches when his hand reaches my face.

"Sorry. You have a little bit of syrup on you." He sets his thumb on the corner of my lips. Then took just a second too long to break contact. And as if that hadn't bothered me enough, his thumb casually goes over to his mouth for the most convenient cleaning.

I gulp hard, shifting in my seat as I feel tickles in my belly.

Oh, God.

Butterflies.

I haven't had any since... hell, ever?

He takes the tray off my lap and sets it aside. "Seriously, I can't leave you alone babysitting Ethan."

I cleared my throat. "I almost forgot about this sprain, you know."

"Really? I was hoping I'll be reminding you of that."

"By not allowing me to use my hands. Right." I nod slowly.

"Did Ethan told you we're going to make birdhouses?"

"Yes. He even invited me to wait with him while you attend the meeting. Jesus, that'll be babysitting both of us."

Nathan slices the remaining pancakes and helps himself to it. "I don't mind at all."

I try to keep my gaze on his eyes. "Are you kidding me? I can't do that to you."

"But you can have me worried every minute of the day?" He asks between bites.

I rolled my eyes. "How are you worried about me when I'm going to be in this room the entire day?"

"Exactly. Come on. The meeting won't take long."

I sighed. "Okay, fine."