[Author's Notes: Idontknowmy123abc2. Happy Birthday! I'm not sure if I'm too slow or too fast- I'm sorry, but this took me three days. Happy early/current/late birthday! Sorry if I'm late for the party T_T
Btw, since it's the beginning of Winter and it's chilly as fuck right now in my country, I mixed some of the IRL settings in my hometown with this fic I wrote for you. Sorry if this is inaccurate to your hometown and weather there.]
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The scent of faint vanilla and the aroma of baked goods flow into the morning air gracefully, dancing with the soft ray of sunlight that filters through the thin white curtains of the living room. The delicious smell slowly enters someone's bedroom without making a single footstep, the way it carries itself in the wind is elegant and beautiful. It slowly sticks its finger into their nostrils, ticking them teasingly as the person slowly wakes up from the wonderful fragrance.
Y/N flutters their eyelashes and sniffs the air a few times, curious about what it could be. They yawn and sit up on their soft mattress, feeling the chilly air of the beginning of Winter. The drop in the temperature between the exchange of Autumn and Winter is a bit obvious recently, and the coldness sends shivers down their spine. They can feel a small and familiar tingling sensation in their nose, they quickly grab their favorite thick jacket that's been sitting on the chair beside their bed for the whole night and put it on hastily. The warmness of the fur is comforting and has successfully prevented them from sneezing.
The adolescent gets out of their comfortable bed and slips into their fluffy slippers that they have been preparing for the Winter. They saunter into the bathroom and quickly do their morning routine as usual. But this time, they take out their stored foundation for the Winter and scoop some onto their hands, they rub the milky and smooth product together before applying it to their dry face. After distributing the cream nicely, they then use the hand moisturizer since the way their skin is so parched right now is a bit unbearable.
They then skip out and enter the kitchen, the smell of delectable culinary is getting stronger and stronger. Y/N smiles at the scene of their beloved spouse cooking pancakes for breakfast. "You're up early~" The teasing tone in his sweet voice is so adorable in their eyes, it definitely adds some bonus to his obvious charms. Albert spins around and gifts them a small wave with that classic toothy grin of his, showing off his sharp and pearly-white fang. "I'm making fluffy pancakes. Like, extra fluffy," he adds with an emphasis on the word.
The sentence piques Y/N's interest as they creep behind them, peeking from behind as they watch Albert flip the mixture with the spatula. The way he's not even breaking a single sweat as he gazes down at the half-cooked pancakes is quite amazing, to Y/N, of course. Albert is the one who cooks most of the time in this relationship, he's both the househusband and the working husband. It's a miracle how he never complains and just loves to pamper his loving partner in any way he can. "By the way, you can go sit down first, I'm almost finished."
Y/N nods as they stroll toward the dining table and take a seat on a wooden chair, their hands placed on the matching table as they watch the black-haired man continue doing his magic in the kitchen with precision and efficiency. After a few moments, Albert rejoins them with two silver plates of fluffy pancakes, both servings have a bunch of strawberries and whipped cream on top with syrup. Y/N's mouth turns a gap as they gawk at the food, it does seem good but the calories are way too much to be considered healthy. "What the fuck, Albert?" They laugh as Albert hands them some utensils. "Like... these pancakes are... too thick and what the..."
