A KISS For Valentine's Day

The Fifth Date

I woke up early, looking at Tommy who was still fast asleep, sprawled out on my bed and wrapped in a tangled mess of sheets. "You're beautiful," I murmured, kissing him on the cheek before sliding out of bed and moving to the kitchen, hoping desperately he'd stay asleep while I made breakfast. Humming to myself, I reached into the cupboard, getting out a pan and setting it on the stove, turning on the heat. While it warmed up, I grabbed some bread, sticking it in the toaster before placing some bacon in the pan and grabbing the eggs out of the refrigerator. 

As the bacon crackled, I mixed together some waffle batter. Eventually the bacon was done and I put it on a plate to cool before placing some batter in the waffle iron and grabbing the toast out of the toaster. I cut a heart shaped hole in each piece of bread, placing them in the pan and cracking an egg in each hole. As those cooked, I pulled the first waffle out of the waffle iron, putting it on a plate before flipping over the egg toast, letting the other side cook too, eating the scraps as I went.

Eventually the second waffle had finished so I set that aside, adding more batter to the iron as I took the egg toast out of the pan and set that on some plates too. Finally I had finished breakfast and looked at the two plates on the tray with a smile. There was a stack of waffles cut into hearts as well as the heart shaped egg toast and bacon shaped bacon. I took one of the flowers he had gotten me a few days ago and placed it in a smaller vase, adding that to the tray along with two mimosas. Satisfied, I walked into my bedroom, setting the tray down on the bedside table before looking down at Tommy with a smile. He was still fast asleep, snoring softly with his face buried in the pillows. 

Grinning, I grabbed his shoulder and shook him awake. "Hey babe! Wake up! I made breakfast," I said, shaking him aggressively. "Wh-huh?" he mumbled, barely lifting his head from the pillows as he squinted at me. "Breakfast!" I cried, leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. He sat all the way up, giving me a smile. "Aw shrimp you made breakfast?!" he cried. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the tray, sitting next to him and pulling the blankets over my legs. "I did make breakfast. Maybe I won't give you any though, just for the nickname." "You know I'm teasing," he said, kissing me on the cheek. "But seriously, thanks so much for breakfast!" he said, before looking at the tray finally.

A smile spread across his face along with a soft pink blush and he looked at me, eyes sparkling. "Aww, Eric. That's so sweet of you," he murmured, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me against his side and kissing me on the forehead. I rested my head on his shoulder, heart happy. "Well I wanted to do something romantic for you. It's almost Valentine's, after all," I said. "Gosh you really are just so damn romantic," he said, giving me a squeeze before cutting a bite of one of the waffles. "Here, open up love." 

Giggling, I opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me a bite of waffle. "Mm I did a good job," I mused. With a smile, he took a bite himself, eyes widening. "Oooh! You did do a good job!" he said, taking another bite. "Damn Eric, why have I just not realized how good of a cook you are?" I shrugged, eating my plate of breakfast while still keeping myself firmly against his side. "I dunno! I guess I haven't really cooked for you as much as I'd like to," I said. "Well, that'll change in the future," he said, half to himself.

I grinned, nudging him in the ribs. "You're just trying to save money on restaurants by having me do all the cooking for dates, aren't you?" I teased. His face went red and he shrugged, not looking at me. "Oh, h-hah, y-yeah...that's what I meant," he said. I gave him a confused look, heart dropping. If he said that me cooking for him would change in the future, then that meant he was going to break up with me in the future, that was the only possible explanation.

"What's wrong? You went quiet," he said, giving me a worried look. I jumped, startled out of imagining all the ways he was going to dump me and why. "Oh, um...sorry, just got lost in thought there. I was thinking about how there's kind of a mess from cooking," I said hastily. He smiled, leaning over and giving me a soft kiss. I melted into the kiss, lips locked against his as his arm moved lower down my waist, running along my leg before his hand moved to the inside of my thigh. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving me breathless. "Don't you worry about any dishes," he murmured. "I'll clean up." 

I was basically a red-faced puddle at this point and gave him a smile. "I love you so much," I said. He dropped his gaze, looking back at the tray with breakfast on it, soft smile on his face which looked as red as mine felt. "Love you too," he murmured. Again I got hit with the sudden feel that something was horribly wrong between us. Why wouldn't he even look at me to tell me he loved me? Before I could overthink it anymore, Tommy slid out of bed, taking the empty tray in his hands. "Alright I'll get started on dishes. Thank you so so much for breakfast! You're a total sweetheart and I don't deserve you," he said, blowing me a kiss and walking out of the bedroom. 

I frowned, staring after him. He didn't deserve me? Is that why he was going to break up with me? "Dammit Eric, stop doing this! Don't overthink little everything he does and says! Until he breaks up with you, you're still dating! If you're not careful, you're gonna ruin it!" I said under my breath. "Uh, hey babe! I don't really know where any of your dishes go, can you come in here and at least tell me that?" Tommy shouted from the kitchen. "Coming love!" I called back, sliding out of bed. It was fine, it would all be fine.

Five days down, nine to go.