You were sitting in Elijah lap, sipping tea from a cute little mug. Suddenly, your cellphone buzzed, notifying you of a message from a friend, asking if you wanted to go out.

As you reached your phone and picked it up, Elijah placed his hand over yours and looked at you with a slight grin.

"Who is it, honey?" he asked. You could notice the hint of possessiveness in his tone.