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chapter fourty one

i woke up the next morning with sweaty palms as i raced to shut off my alarm. george and i had finished gift shopping yesterday and hid our gifts as soon as we got home and then spent the rest of the day at hone playing minecraft. i swiftly turned my head to look over at george to make sure he was still asleep. a breath of relief escaped my lips when i saw the soft rise and fall of his chest in my sheets. the clock showed 7:00 am as i carefully stepped out of the bed and tiptoed into the kitchen. today was our anniversary. i decided late last night i would start off the day by making breakfast for the five of us. i only hoped the smell would be contained long enough for me to finish cooking so it wouldn't wake anyone and ruin the surprise. i made an array of food, pancakes, waffles, fruit toast, eggs, bacon. almost any breakfast food you can think of was resting on the granite counter. it took me about an hour and a half to finish cooking it all, but i was incredible satisfied with my work. i began to clean up the dishes when i heard a stir in the hallway and quickly snapped my head to the side, watching as george groggily made his way over. when he stepped into the kitchen he suddenly became full of life as he took a deep inhale through his nose.

"holy shit y/n," he said as he admired the plates, "this smells incredible." he reached out his hand and grabbed a strawberry, stuffing it in his mouth as i rolled my eyes and dried off the pans.

"i tried." i said as he moved behind the countertop towards me and tilted my head up to give me a soft kiss on the lips.

"happy anniversary." he said, the morning rasp strong in his tone. i chuckled as i put my soapy hand on his cheek.

"happy anniversary." i giggled as he jumped back and groaned at the suds on his face. he grabbed a paper towel and wiped it off as clay enter the kitchen.

"what is that glorious smell." he asked. his eyes widened as he saw all the food as well, racing over to the counter. i smacked his hand away as he reached for a piece of bacon and he pulled in back with a pout.

"try to contain yourself until after i finish the dishes," i said gesturing down to the pile of soap in the sink. he groaned as he sat down at the island.

"i know that smell..." val said as she entered the kitchen, "YES!" she exclaimed, "the classic special occasion y/n breakfast." she sat down next to clay excitedly as i finished up washing the last pan and grabbed plates from the cupboard for everyone.

"dig in." i said as the smiles grew on all of their faces. while we ate, val told us that she and clay planned to go out to lunch this afternoon and go to the grocery store, giving george and i time to exchange our gifts. the food was finished rather quickly, everyone praising my cooking after they tried something new.

"you know," val said taking a sip of her juice, "y/n wanted to go go culinary school when she was little." i felt a small pink rise on my cheeks as i laughed at the sudden memory. george and clay both looked at me with wide eyes.

"that is true, but i guess i'm glad i didn't," i said putting my plate in the sink. george looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"what?" he questioned, "why?" i simply smiled in response.

"because then i would've not met you." his face turned pink as clay fake gagged from the table. i turned around and flipped him off while george walked over to me with a smile, placing a kiss on my head.

"well," he said, "now i am glad you didn't either."
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val slipped her shoes on before waving goodbye to george and i as we sat cross legged in the living room. she was off into town with clay for lunch and shopping, george and i were here. wrapped presents in hand and eyes locked on each other.