In which Kirby tries (and fails) to make Sam a surprise breakfast in bed.
Kirby frantically runs through the cluttered Carpenter kitchen.
It was a quiet Sunday morning in New York, and just minutes before, Kirby had been peacefully asleep next to Sam. Now, she was up and about, ready to make this the best Sunday ever.
Cooking, let alone baking, has never been Kirby's strong suit. Why make a meal when Trader Joe's sold microwaveable ones? had been her motto. But that was for her.
Sam... Sam deserved better than her microwave meals. She had been through so much, attacks, family troubles, addiction. What did such an incredible woman do to deserve such a shitty predicament. She deserved way more than the best breakfast ever, but this was at least a start.
So there Kirby was, looking at a recipe for blueberry pancakes on her phone, mixing together all of the ingredients. It feels like the second she's fixed one problem, another comes up.
"Wait... this recipe only makes like, three pancakes, I gotta double it," she realizes, "how much do I have to add?" God she's making such a mess. These pancakes better be good.
Sunday was Sam's only day off work, so she usually took advantage of being able to sleep in. This gave Kirby extra time, which if she wanted this to work, she would definitely need.
Somewhere in the mayhem of re-opening the bag of flour, Kirby hears a loud crashing sound. Fuck. She turns around to find a bowl shattered on the floor. Luckily it wasn't her pancakes. The blonde makes quick work cleaning up the mess she's created. It's not her first time cleaning up this kind of mess.
Once the glass is disposed of, she resumes on the pancakes.
"Time for blueberries," she smiles to herself, "see, this isn't that hard, Kirby."
Turning on the stove, Kirby pours the pancake batter into the pan, hoping for the best.
"Morning," Kirby hears a voice yawn behind her. She turns around to see her girlfriend in a tank top, revealing her muscles. God how did she get someone so beautiful.
"Good morning gorgeous," she smiles, "what are you doing out of bed this early?"
"Some crashing noise woke me up, what are you doing in here?"
"I was trying to make you breakfast," she admits.
"You can cook?" the taller girl asks incredulously.
"Of course I can," the blonde lies, "see, I know exactly what I'm doing!" She tries to flip the pancake, barely succeeding only to realize that the side she just cooked was burnt to a crisp.
"You were saying," she ruffles Kirby's short blonde hair.
"Okay, you've caught me. I have no idea what I'm doing," she confesses.
"Let me help you," the taller girl smiles takes the spatula from her girlfriend before leaning down to kiss her nose.
"First of all," she starts, "you are so adorable to try and do this for me. I'm so lucky to have someone like you."
Kirby blushes at the compliment, "Thank you, cutie."
"Second of all, you should not have the stove heat up this high," she continues, "not unless you want burnt slab for breakfast. Also, you should usually put oil or butter on the bottom of the pan unless it's one of those fancy non-stick ones."
"Good to know," Kirby makes a mental note, and turns down the stove setting and grabs some butter, setting the whole stick down on the pan.
"No, silly, not that much butter, just enough to lightly coat the pan," Sam giggles.
"Oh," Kirby hides her face in embarrassment. She takes the butter out of the pan, cutting it up into smaller pieces, "is this a good amount?" Sam nodded approvingly. Kirby takes one of the pieces and lightly sets it down on the pan.
Sam pours some batter into the pan, "okay, so you're gonna wait for a few minutes before you flip it." Kirby nods understandingly.
When time comes to flip the pancake, Kirby struggles immensely. She fumbles with the spatula, "how does it get under that?" she wonders aloud.
"Here, let me help," Sam puts her hand on Kirby's, sending shivers down the shorter girl's back. Carefully, Sam guides her girlfriend through the motions of flipping a pancake.
"See," she says, "it looks great!"
"Yeah! I'm so glad."
"I don't even get a 'thank you'?" Sam teases.
Kirby spins around to face Sam, keeping their hands connected. She cups Sam's cheek, pulling her in for a kiss.
"Is that a good enough thank you?"
"I guess," Sam rolls her eyes.
"Oh my god, get a room!" Tara groans, going back into her room.
"Since when were you here?" Kirby asks.
"I live here, and neither of you are quiet."
"Jeez okay, get some sleep, Junior Carpenter," Kirby laughs.
Once the first pancake is done, Kirby starts on the second. It takes her a while to get the hang of it, but with Sam next to her, helping her through the process, it's a lot less overwhelming.
Sam gets a plate of pancakes and brings them to the table, Kirby behind her.
"Thank you for making me breakfast, baby," Sam kisses Kirby's forehead before sitting down herself.
The taller girl takes one bite before looking her girlfriend dead in the eyes, "Kirby, did you use salt instead of sugar?"
