I woke up to Sébastien sleeping right next to me. He's so cute when he sleeps. He was laying on his stomach with his arms under his pillow. His hair partly rested over his eyes and I moved it up so I could kiss his forehead.
He didn't wake up he just moved his head away. I got off the bed and walked to the kitchen. It was 10AM and I was hungry I looked in the fridge and saw some eggs. I grabbed the eggs out and put them on the counter. I grabbed out milk and butter also setting them on the counter. I looked for other things to put in it and I mean this fridge was full of food. He has someone literally by his food and put it in his fridge.
I go out a red bell pepper, grabbed the spinach and some breakfast sausage.
I pulled out a pan and put it on the stove.
I turned it on and waited for the pan to heat up.
Once it was nice and hot I cut open the sausage and put it in the pan. I chopped it getting it evenly on the pan. I mixed it every now and then, while I focused my attention to cutting the bell pepper.
I grabbed my phone and put on some music so I wasn't bored cooking. I cut up the bell pepper then threw away the seeds and everything else I didn't need from it. I moved back to the sausage and mixed it around again. I added a tiny bit of water to it just so it's not as dry.
I cut up the bell pepper in little pieces. I grabbed a bowl for the eggs I grabbed five eggs and cracked them in the bowl, before I mixed them I messed with the sausage a bit making sure it was fully cooked before turning the stove off and moving the pan, so it wasn't on the side that was hot.
I mixed the eggs and put a little bit of salt in there. I poured a tiny bit of milk to make the eggs fluffy. I grabbed another pan and set it on the stove and turned it on, added a tablespoon of butter, I poured the eggs on it then added the bell pepper, some spinach and a bit of the sausage.
I mixed the eggs around with everything until they were fully cooked.
I saw Sébastien from the corner of my eye. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"What are you making?" He asked.
"What do you think I'm making?" I looked up at him.
"Are you making me breakfast baby?" He whispered into my neck then kissed it softly.
"I am." I said with a smile.
"Thank you baby." He said.
"Get plates." I told him.He grabbed the plates for me and I put the food on both of our plates. He grabbed his plate and walked away from me.
Me getting a little mad I didn't want to be eating alone.
He came back and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard.
"What do you want to drink?" He asked.
"Apple juice." I said.
He pulled out the juice and poured it into both glasses.
"Okay let's go." He said closing the fridge and picked up the cups.
I grabbed my plate and followed him to his bedroom. I set my plate on the nightstand and then grabbed my drink from Sébastien doing the same thing.
"Why are we eating in your room?" I asked.
"So we can watch movies together while eating the delicious food you made for us. Today I just really want to lay in bed and cuddle with you. Later we could order food or you can make some food if you're up for it." He said planting a kiss on my head.
"Like pizza!" I yelled in excitement.
"Anything you want baby."
I smiled and jumped on the bed. Sébastien got on the bed as well. I grabbed my plate and started eating.
"I didn't even put a movie on yet." He said.
"I know but I'm hungry." I said looking over at him.
He grabbed the remote and started looking for something to watch. I was watching him scroll through and he put on The Hunger Games why this out of all movies .
"What?" He said looking at me confused.
"Why this movie?"
"Well you are hungry for food, while they're hungry to spill blood." He said taking a big bite of his food. He looked down at his food like something was wrong with it.
"Is everything okay?" I asked looking at him concerned.
"You need to cook more often. No more ordering pizza." He said looking at me " you are cooking from now on. I'll even help you." He said smiling.
"Can we at least order pizza just for tonight. I have the craving for the pizza."
He looked at me confused.
"Don't look at me like that." I said smiling.

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