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Yesterday's game was just amazing. It might be slightly biased for you to say such things but Freddie, your boyfriend, never fails to amaze you.
It might be because you know how much and how hard he works, as well as how much pressure he puts himself under, but every time he does good or even just slightly good, you feel like you will blow up with proudness.
Frederik knows that too. It might be the big smile on your face or the big hug you pull him in when he steps out of the locker room before press, but he knows it.
But even though the night was spectacular, both the celebrations with the team and all questions he had to answer for the press, stretched out to hours that made you two, who woke up early, feel like you were constantly passing out on the way home.
As soon as Freddie hit the bed, he was out like a light. He didn't even bother to pull the covers over himself. He literally stripped down his suit on the way down the hallway and dived onto the mattress. While you, on the other hand, had a little bit more energy than him, so you were able to put the laundry in the basket and do your night routine with no problem.
When sitting on the bed, you helped Freddie actually lay correctly on the bed and not as diagonally, threw the covers over him, and reclaimed your pillow.
Soon after turning off the lights and snuggling into the man that is sleeping like a total rock, you also fell asleep.
Now, you're living the bliss of waking up without an alarm on a Saturday - or, in other words, a day without work for you - and a day off for Freddie.
For some unknown reason, he is sleeping closer to your side of the bed again. When you first woke up his head was over your chest, using you as his pillow, and now, while you scroll through your phone and wait for him to wake up, his face is snuggled close to your neck.
His breath is somewhat ticklish against your skin, as well as his beard, but you, to be quite honest, could do this all day any day.
With a hand playing on the hair of the back of his head, and another gripping your phone, you stare at every picture in your Pinterest feed.
You've been thinking about all the things you could do to celebrate, in some cute way, how amazing your boyfriend did, but you seem to not have any ideas.
That is until you see a certain picture in your feed.
A picture of a tray with all sorts of cut fruit, pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a lot more stuff. Also with some mugs with coffee and fancy glasses with juice.
That's when it hit you. You could make Freddie breakfast in bed! Sure, it wouldn't look as good as the picture, but you can always try.
You lock your phone and put it down on your nightstand.
Here goes nothing.
Carefully, you unwrap Freddie off you. His arms first and then his leg. And slowly you're able to move away, sit, and get up from bed.
A quick trip to the bathroom later, you run down to the kitchen and start pulling everything out of the cabinets.
You have a big mission, you have to work fast and silently. So, no music to motivate you to move faster, and no quick movements so your clumsy self doesn't let something as loud as a pan fall.
As soon as the pancakes were in the pan, you started taking care of the fruit, taking it out of the fridge, and putting it down on the counter. You multitasked your way through the kitchen, cutting fruit and running off to the side to flip the pancakes.
Strangely, or funny, enough, what took you longer to do was choose the right plate, bowls, and glasses. All because you wanted everything to be as visibly pleasing as delicious.
When everything is ready, you decide to run up to the bedroom to go wake up Freddie, so he can eat and, you know, so you can create some suspense for the big surprise.
You walk in the room and surprisingly, he's awake, sitting up while leaning against the headboard of the bed while scrolling through his phone. And as you stand upright by the doorway, his eyes lift and his smile appears.
"Morning." He says, voice sounding slightly deeper than normal, probably from sleeping.
"Good morning."
You walk over to the bed, mimicking his smile and you take a seat beside him, facing him.
"Are you hungry, by any chance?" You ask and he locks his phone, throwing it to the side so he can give you his own attention.
"Yeah...?" He answers with a slightly confused tone, "Why?"
"Stay here." You tell him before rising back on your feet.
Frederik watches you walk back out of the room with a slight scowl over his features and in a matter of a minute, you come back, but this time, with a tray over your hands.
"Breakfast in bed?"
You smile at his exciting tone and give him a short nod while putting the tray over the bed's duvet, close to him. You look back up at Freddie, who is now sitting upright, and his eyes widen at the delicious-looking food.
"Does it look good?" You ask, a little timidly.
"Fuck yeah it does."
A smile comes back to you as you hear his words and you walk around the bed, taking a seat where you were previously sleeping.
You continue to look at your boyfriend as he takes it all in and slowly reaches for the fork. Freddie feels shocked as his heart tightens with the beautiful and amazing-looking food.
Before he can take his first bite, he stops bringing his fork up to his mouth to look at you.
"Have you eaten?" He asks you and you frown slightly.
"No... Well, kinda. Ate some bits and pieces while I was making it for you." You say, letting your frown smooth, "Since, you know, the first pancake is always horrendous."
He smiles and even chuckles a little at your words and brings his fork up to you.
"This breakfast is for you, Freddie. You're the one that deserves it." You say and he still doesn't take his fork away.
"Why?"
"Because of your game yesterday. You did amazing and I didn't have time to congratulate you enough."
He smiles widely at your words.
"Well, we can share the breakfast." He stops for a second, "You also were amazing at doing it. See this as my way to congratulate you."
"For making breakfast?" You ask with a playful tone.
"More for not burning down the house or cutting yourself while doing it."
You gasp dramatically at his words and his smile reappears, finding amusement in your shock. And exactly when you try to talk again, Freddie shoves the fork into your mouth.
He pulls the now clean and 'foodless' fork away and cuts a bit for himself.
"Good?" He asks you as you start chewing on the syrupy bit of pancake.
You give him a nod and he takes his first bite. As he starts chewing, his eyes almost pop out of his face and he drifts his gaze back to you in shock.
