.“Brock?” You asked out loud when you heard steps in the living room. You were in the kitchen making something nice for lunch, hoping that it was actually him walking through the front door. “Brock, is it you?”
“Yeah!” He screamed from the living room. A minute later, he was on the door frame of the kitchen, looking at you. He had his S.T.R.I.K.E uniform still on and you unconsciously bit your lip in approval “That smells nice” He smiled.
“I thought that maybe you’d spit out what’s going on if I made you something nice”
“Oh god, I love you” He laughed “Why would you say that?”