Joshua and Mum both frown at me in question.
“Having breakfast with my two favourite people of course,” I smile as I walk around to Joshua and put my arm over his shoulder and around his neck. His eyes flick to Mum.
“It’s ok,” I say.
He subtly shakes his head at me to signal silence—this is shy Joshua at his adorable best.
Mum has her back to us and Joshua reaches over and grabs my hand as he gives me a wink.
“What are you doing today?” I ask.
He raises his brows. “I’m going to go for a surf and then train at the gym, go to the hospital and then Adrian and Ben want to see me about a few things and then I suppose it’s back to work tonight.”
I nod and smile at Mum as she hands me a cup of coffee. “Why do you need to train ?” Shit, that bloody fight. I knew it.
“Tash, I train every day, you know that.”
“How long do you train for?” I ask as I take another bite of toast.
He shrugs. “Couple of hours I suppose.” Hmm, that’s why he always looks like he’s been photoshopped.
“Are you still going to the gym?” he asks as he smirks.
Of all the nerve! I widen my eyes at him. “Of course.” Not really, I can never be bothered, but I will from now on. Mental note, get to the gym today, you lazy bitch.
Mum puts our bacon and eggs onto the counter top. “Here you are, I’m going to get ready to go to the hospital. Enjoy.” She smiles and rubs Joshua’s arm as she walks past us.
Joshua’s horrified face drops to his breakfast and I giggle.
“Don’t you like bacon and eggs?” I ask.
He smiles. “Yes, of course.” He picks up his knife and fork and starts to pick at it.
I smile with my cutlery in my hands. “When was the last time you had a breakfast like that?”
He shrugs. “Probably five years ago.”
I frown. “Why?”
“I don’t like feeling like shit and how I train and what I eat determines that.”
I smile and nod. Shit, I had better find some hard-core motivation somewhere and soon.
“Can you stay here again tonight?” he asks.
I frown. “Josh, I am ok at home. I have been having these nightmares all along and even if I were here I wouldn’t wake Mum up anyway.”
His face drops. “Can you just humour me please?”
I smile and rub my hand up his leg as I remind myself he is only being over-the-top caring. “Ok,” I sigh.
“Can you humour me?” I ask.
“On what?”
“Can you not cage fight anymore?” I need to stop him from fighting Jesten if it’s the last thing that I do. It can only end badly.
He rolls his eyes as he finishes his mouthful. “Tash we are on day one.” He holds his pointer up to accentuate his point. “Can you not start your shit please? We have had this conversation before and I am not giving up something that I love just because you perceive it as dangerous.”