Bacon and Eggs

Donato's POV

I stood over the stove, stirring the scrambled eggs like they had personally offended me. The bacon was already crisping in the pan beside it, the scent thick in the kitchen. I wasn’t really hungry. Not even a little. But Sienna needed to eat, and if there was one thing I could do for her right now, it was make sure she had something warm in her stomach. Something familiar. Something