The Way To Steal My Heart

Bonding

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A few days later, I was sitting at the small island, a mug of black coffee besides the crossword puzzle. Norman and Mingus were still passed out; Norman from working, and Mingus from... Well, just being a teenager. It was only nine am, and I hadn't done breakfast.

Setting down one of the most difficult puzzles I've done, I made my way over to the stainless steel fridge. I took out a carton of eggs, some cheese, mushrooms, and green onions. I grabbed a pan, spatula, bowl, and fork. After I cracked the eggs into the small bowl, I took the fork and started to whisk them. Then I added the chopped onions, cheese, and mushroom. Once they were a creamy mix, I put a blob of butter on the hot pan. Spreading it around with the spatula, I added the mixture. The eggs sizzled when they hit the pan.

After creating three omelettes, I placed them on some plates. Norman and Mingus were still out cold, so I decided to get fancy. I decorated the island, folding napkins neatly beside each plate. Pour Norman a cup of coffee and Mingus some orange juice, I turned around and went to go get them.

Norman was sleeping on his stomach, mouth gapped. His heavy snores filled the air, and I felt bad for waking him. Gently, I shook his shoulder.

"Norm. Wake up." I murmured gently. He groaned, and turned over. Sighing, I shook him harder. "Hon, get up. Breakfast." I stated, my voice hardening. He lifted his head, looking at me groggily.

"This early?" He grumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Yes." I said. He rubbed his face, groaning.

"Babe, I had to work late last night. An' we ran 'round ferever." He mumbled drowsily.

"I know. That's why you need breakfast. You have today off, and I have the whole day planned." I stated, smiling.

Norman groaned, but stopped protesting. He sat up and stretched, flexing his muscles. "This better be good." He muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"It is." I declared. Norman didn't seem to get what I was referring to.

"A'right. Expect the paparazzi, though." Norman stated, standing up.

"Ok. I'm gonna go get Mingus, then we can tell him." I declared, standing up. He nodded, going to his dresser.

I exited our room and made my way to Mingus's room. He was sprawled across his bed, snoring just as loud as his father. I smiled at him, my heart warming. I knew that I wasn't his mother, but I still felt motherly towards him.

Wonder what it'd be like to have kids...

I was broken from my thoughts when Mingus stirred, mumbled something, then turned over again. I sighed, and went over to him. Shaking his thin shoulder, I attempted to awake him. I failed.

"Mingus. Get up. Time for breakfast." I murmured, shaking him again. He grumbled and turned towards me.

"Why so early?" He groaned.

"Jeez, you sound just like your dad. Now get up, or I'm gonna eat your omelette." I declared. He grumbled, before sitting up. He was wearing a white v-neck shirt, blue striped boxers, and socks. His blonde hair was tossed to the side, and mangled.

"Fine." He grumped, getting out of the bed. "Go." He ordered, shooing me out of the room.

In the kitchen, Norman had sat down, grabbing a fork. "These look amazing!" He exclaimed, about to take a bite.

"Hold on! Wait for your son to get here!" I stated. Reluctantly, Norman set the fork down, glaring at me.

"You wake me up, get me excited for food, then make me wait?" He demanded. I nodded, sitting next to him. "You're something." He muttered.