The Life of a Stay at Home Wife (LACKADAISY OC FANFICTION)

Breakfast is but a simple affair

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Eggs, sunny-side up. That was how Eliza usually prepared her eggs. Of course, she would normally cook them until the yolks were cooked through, but sometimes Mordecai would insist on her cooking them on a shorter timeframe. Why he asked she had no idea, since he wasn't fond of dunking toast or other parts of the eggs into the yolks like her brother did. The eggs were normally paired with some toast, French Toast if it was a special occasion or just a good day for it. Then there was coffee for her and tea for him, which was sort of considered Blasphemy by her family.

"Tea? TEA?" Her mother asked him when she first found out.
"Indeed." He answered.
"What kind of man likes tea with his breakfast?"
"A man that likes tea with his breakfast." Was the response.

Honest, yet a bit snarky, which Elizabeth found quite admirable. What she didn't find admirable was the fact that he would refuse to eat grapefruit. Just...straight up refuse it if she offered it. Not because of the taste, no no no.

But that "the juice gets everywhere".

Today, however, she was craving grapefruit with her breakfast, so she figured that she would just have to argue with him if necessary.

So, there she sat across from him, sipping her coffee and munching on spoonfuls of grapefruit. The only noises, as usual, where the clacking of silverware against plates, the rustling of the newspaper as Mordecai held it and turned its pages, and the quiet sip of coffee or tea every now and again.

"Please tell me you intend on cleaning up after that." His voice muttered from behind the newspaper.
"...Of course I do." She grumbled back, "I know how you feel about it, hence why I didn't offer you some."
"Good. I don't understand how you like it."
"I thought we discussed that we could not like something, but it's fine if other people like it." She retorted back.

"Ah, yes, I remember that conversation," He responded, sipping his tea once more, "I believe it came up over the topic of cilantro."
"It tastes like soap."

That comment merely earned him rolling his eyes at her from the top of the newspaper before closing it and setting it down on the table. He pushed himself away and stood up, setting his plate and silverware in the sink before starting to make his way out of the kitchen.

"We can continue this talk after I return from work." He said, reaching up to fix his glasses as he spoke.
"I'd rather not. I have other things I need to get done than worry about a looming talk."
"Very well then. I'm going to go get ready for work, now." He responded, walking out of the kitchen.

Cleanup was normally a pretty easy task, thanks to the fact that her husband was normally a very clean eater. This made it so there was normally very little to actually clean off his plates and dishes. Overall, cleaning up took about five to ten minutes, depending on what they ate. Today, it was five minutes, eight minutes counting washing the dishes.

"Do you need anything while I'm out tonight?" Mordecai asked, peeking his head into the kitchen.
"Well, we do need eggs. But I can pick those up when I go see my sister for lunch."
"Oh, right. That's today, isn't it?"
"I can't see her on her birthday, since she'll be out of the city with Momma and Lillian," Eliza answered, reaching under the sink to grab a sponge for the dishes, "Can you believe she's almost Eight years old?"
"Penelope?"
"No! Lillian! Penelope's older than me."
"Oh. I apologize."
"It's alright. I should get the house cleaned up by lunch anyways," Eliza turned on the sink and ran the sponge under the water, "Either that or I'll get it done after I get back."
"Either way is alright. I'm leaving."

"Have a good day!" She called back as the sound of the front door closing echoed through the home.