Cabin Fever | ✓

(24) Sometimes You've Got To Be Karma's Bitch

"With Samson," Leo began as he strolled into the councillors cabin that morning, "I told you I wanted to be tapped the fuck in. I thought we had an agreement and you, once again, betrayed me, man."

Marley smiled, turning in the barstool to watch Leo approach and sit beside her. He would never directly be concerned, but what he just said was glaring proof that he cared and he was sorry for what she went through.

"Oh, so I should've fucking stood there and said, can I use a time out, I've got to make a call? Dumbass," Aiden said from beneath her - she was sitting on his lap and he had his chin on her right shoulder, arms around her torso.

Leo's green eyes narrowed, "I would've liked a turn with the fucker, alright?"

"Wouldn't we all."

Marley jumped at the sound of her best friend's voice, and the smell quickly followed, "Waffles?"

"Waffles."

Gabby strode in, the screen door swinging behind her, blonde hair still damp from her shower with the bag of their food from a breakfast place in the city.

"Thanks bestie," Marley piped up in appreciation as she set the bag down in front of her on the counter.

"Thank Postmates," she joked, sitting down on Marley's other side as she slipped boxes out of the bag.

"Oh! And Aiden, I got you what they said was the healthiest thing on the menu. Some egg white, multigrain, seed sandwich or something."

Aiden's chest rumbled against Marley's back, "Thank you, Gabby."

"If someone else says thank you I'm going to throw myself out the window," Leo complained with a growl, "Did you get me anything?"

"A breakfast sandwich with sausage, bacon, and a side of clogged arteries."

Marley found what Gabby was referring to and passed it off to Leo, who was grinning widely, "You know me well, blondie."

Her mouth was watering when she flipped open the lid and laid eyes on the thick, fluffy stack of Belgian waffles. Aiden circled his arms around her body to reach for his own relatively boring breakfast, while she flicked off the lid of the syrup cup and dumped its contents, doing the same with the butter.

Which was warm - the best part of takeout is that while it's in the bag, it warms up until it's soft and creamy. The best butter.

"Coffees?" Aiden asked Gabby, who was digging into her yogurt parfait.

"The girls are bringing them. Apparently the coffee sucks at the breakfast place."

"He," Marley jutted her thumb towards her boyfriend, "only drinks it black. I can imagine it tastes either like gasoline or petrol."

"Same thing." Leo grunted.

Gabby shook her head while Marley rebutted, "Gasoline is blended from natural gas and petroleum."

"Jesus fuck what don't you two Einstein's know?"

Marley and Gabby frowned, turning to look at each other.

"Well, we're all hypocognitive," Gabby replied with an answer that Marley nodded to in agreement.

"Hypo-what?"

"Hypocognitive," Marley explained causally, "It's basically not having a word or an understanding of a concept. For example, if someone doesn't know what being guilty is, they'll assume they're sick instead. So technically, we don't know what we don't know."