Accidentally In Love (Joe Burrow)

S2: Chapter 12 part 2 - Chef Burrow

(y/n's pov)

joe told me exactly what tyler said on the phone, so let's just say my anxiety was a little up.

currently i was laying on the couch with joe, my face was buried in his neck and my arms were as tight around him as i could get them.

when i felt panicked all i needed was closeness, especially with joe.

he made everything better, just him.

his presence, the smell of his cologne, the familiar feel of his skin against mine, the heat that radiated from his body... everything about him made me feel better.

he was rubbing my back while he watched whatever was playing on the TV.

when we first started cuddling The Office was on but then i thought i heard Nick Miller... so i think New Girl is on right now.

neither of us have said a word in over an hour.

but i knew that meant joe was thinking the whole time.

that's one thing about him, his mind never stops. if it's dead silent that means he's deep in thought.

"joe.." - you barely spoke

the sudden voice almost startled him.

"mhm?" - joe

"i'm kind of hungry" - you

"do you want me to fix something? i can make us some lunch" - joe

"are you sure? i don't want you to feel like you have to." - you

joe gently moved out from underneath me and stood up before stretching a little.

joe walked over to my kitchen and then was out of sight.

even though he was literally still in the apartment it felt like a piece of me was missing.

so i ended up getting up too, following into the kitchen.

joe was looking in every cabinet as i was sitting at the bar.

"what are you making chef burrow?" - you smiled

"uhhhhh... i'm thinking tomato soup and grilled cheese. does that sound good? kind of a comfort food for this uncomfortable situation" - joe

"yeah that sounds good" - you smiled

i watched as joe kept pulling ingredients out of the cabinets.

i realized that i own something that could make this scene in front of me even better.

i jumped up from my seat at the bar and ran to one of the closets in my hallway.

"where are you going?" - joe laughed

"hold on!" - you

i walked back into the kitchen with stuff behind my back.

i walked up to joe and made him close his eyes

"okay, 3... 2... 1... open" - you

joe opened his eyes and saw what i was handing him.

it was a apron that said "chef burrow" in the bengals font and a chef's hat.

"i'm not wearing this" - joe

"joe! please? for me?" - you grinned

he looked down at me before looking at the cloth in his hand and back at me.

"fine" - he mumbled

i helped him tie his apron on and he put his hat on.

"happy now?" - joe smirked