rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

f. adler + first "morning after"

"you want some green eggs and ham?"

you look up from the coffee mug you're stirring, but your eyes quickly dart away when you see frank rummaging through his refrigerator.

with the early morning, his messy hair, the hoarseness of his already-deep voice, and the gray sweats, you can't quite form a thought right now. "huh?"

"it's mary's favorite breakfast," he says, extracting a carton of eggs, a small jar of pesto, and a container of sliced ham.

as frank twists open the jar, you slink over to him, using your finger to trace down the muscles of his back. "'cause of the book?"

"nowadays, she says she just likes how it tastes." he reaches into the overhead cabinets to grab a bowl: a perfect opportunity for your fingers to ghost over the thin stripe of his exposed belly. "but i used to read it to her. like, multiple times a night."

you lean against the counter, watching as he cracks the eggs and admiring the nostalgic smile gracing his usually grumpy face.

the image of an oversized frank in mary's bed, his gravelly voice reading the same picture book over and over at the demand of his baby niece about to doze off in his arms, lodges fiercely in your heart, and you're certain that this isn't going to be the last time you spend the night at the adlers'.

you admire the morning sun illuminating his hair, and think about dragging him back upstairs before mary returns from roberta's. "want some help?"

capturing your hips in his two big hands, frank hoists you onto the countertop. "just sit there and look pretty."

before he can start whipping the eggs, you press a delicate kiss to his nose, your legs swinging happily. "okay."