You wake up to the smell of pancakes. You walk out of the room you two share, and walk to the kitchen. As soon as you enter, you find Nate standing over the cooktop making breakfast. You make your way over to him, and wrap your arms around him. Your chest is to his back, as you feel him relax a little with your touch.
Y/N: "Babe, you don't have to cook for me." You say giggling.
Nate: "I cook for you because I love you ❤️."
Nate's P.O.V.
Did I really just say that? Oh my god, what'll she say? It just slipped out and it felt so natural. I close my eyes tight, wait for y/n's response.
"I love you too Nate!"
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Omaha boys
FanfictionShort, cute, and romantic, maybe even a little sexual. But you'll never know until you read it!
