Caitlin's POV
"Are we gonna go pick the guys up?" Shawn asked.
I sighed. "No, they missed their flight and the next one is in 5 days."
"Damn." Shawn said.
I nodded, and checked my phone.
No messages.
"Well, it'll be lunch soon, so let's go cook something." Shawn said.
"Okay." I told him.
We walked down stairs and into the kitchen.
"Is Dakota napping?" I asked.
Shawn nodded, "I put her down about 20 min ago."
"You're good with kids." I smiled.
"Am I?" He asked shockingly.
I nodded, "Very good."
He laughed, "Well, I try my best."
I smiled.
"Can you make pizza shawnnnn, pleaseeeee." I begged.
He laughed. "I made it last night."
"I don't care, you cook really good." I laughed.
He smiled and took out the ingredients.
I wonder where Shawn learned to cook.
"Can I help you?" I asked walking to him.
He nodded, "Sure, can you please cut up the lettuce over there? We can have salad with it too."
"Yay." I smiled.
He also makes really good salad.
I walked over to the sink and rinsed it off.
Then I grabbed the knife and began slicing it.
I got distracted for a second.
"Fuck." I cried out.
Shawn dropped the pan and rushed over to me.
