~Raife’s POV~

Groaning to life as the alarm blares breaking my wonderful dream. The sun just starting to stream threw the curtains of the room, washing over the blue gansu wool carpet lining the floor and the antique finish desk in the corner. Wind blowing slightly causing the curtains to flap inward, the sun disappearing and reappearing on the bed in a dance of shadow and light. Stretching arms over head I sat up enjoying the warmth of another day.

Hoping up I rushed to the bathroom to get ready for today. One of the most important days of the year so everything had to be right. Letting the water wash over my tired body and wash away the twelve hour shift from yesterday, at least today I’d get to rest, hopefully.

Once finished I toweled off letting it soak up all the water off my body, wrapping it around my waist I headed back to my room to pick out an outfit. Finally deciding on jeans and a t shirt than I made my way downstairs, making sure not to make any noise on my way down.

The kitchen is lit up by the sun light streaming in through the window above the sink, the skylight in the ceiling and the double glass sliding doors at the far side leading out to the hot white sandy beach so you can sit at the kitchen table looking out at the ocean. It was the best room in the house. Getting all the ingredients out, I started making breakfast.

“Hey pop,”

Spinning around I saw her standing in the door way with her long black hair and tired blue eyes, her pajama pants hanging loosely at her hips while the leg cuffs scraped against the tiled floor and her tank top held against her chest and curves, showing off her tanned skin and muscles. She would look just like Paula at a younger age if it wasn’t for the dark tan and dark hair.

“Happy birthday Bailey,” she smiled a goofy grin before sliding into my arms, “I’m making your favorite breakfast,”

Kissing the top of her head she pulled away staring up at me, “Thanks pop. Man I can’t believe I’m fifteen,”