When Alani woke up the next morning she was in pain, Fred had put her in her underwear and then he stuck one of his long white buttom-up shirts on her, he had also slid on a pair of her shorts on underneath the shirt. Alani sat upright and she held her stomach, she highly underestimated just how much pain Fred would cause her, she wasn't complaining but she didn't know he would be as big as he was, nor did she care in the spur of the moment. Alani walked (waddled) out of the bedroom and she smelt that Fred was making pancakes, she stepped into the kitchen and she tried to help him but he steered her towards the Dining  Table. "You sit, I'm making you food it's the least I can do." Fred kissed her cheek and we went back to making breakfast. Each pancake had lemon drops, whipped cream and cinnamon power on top. Fred settled Alani's plate in front of her. "How much pain are you in on a scale of One to Ten? One being a needle prick, ten being burned alive." he asked. "Six?" she answered. "I knew I was too rough, I should've considered how much pain you'd be in since it was your first time." Fred scolded himself. "I'm fine, I enjoyed it Fred. You attracted me when you stepped out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your body, your scars are beautiful." Alani exclaimed.