Romantic One Shots (for The Lovesicks)

Chef

I was never a good cook by all means. My mother was better in every way. Granted, my mom taught me everything I know about cooking and said I did better than her. But no one wanted to try it. So what's the use of cooking it when no one is ever gonna taste it.

The only people I've ever cooked for was my mom and Jackson.

It was early in the morning. I woke up, head and hand on Jackson's bare chest. I looked up at him sleeping. A gentle kiss on his cheek and I went off to the kitchen. It was a special day. It was his birthday.

I wanted to prepare something nice for him. And I'm was gonna start with breakfast. Got some strawberries and milk. Crushing the strawberries, I mixed it with the milk and shakes it. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was Jackson's favourite.

I then took some bread, and seared it. I was gonna use the toaster but I figure I have more control over the toastness of the bread. Dropped some butter into the pan, I seared it as nicely as I could get it to be, a golden brown instead of a burnt one. Cracked an egg into it and made sure it was a runny yolk. Not that runny, I don't wanna poison him with raw egg. Once it was done, I plated it on a plate and just put it on the counter while I went to wake him up.

Walking into the bedroom, I see him changing his shirt. I just stood there and turned red. I know, what am I? Single? I've slept with this magnificent body of a man like a lot of times. This isn't the first time I've seen him naked, let alone shirtless.

He spotted me, "hey, good morning.". He said. I replied back. "Morning, I made breakfast for ya.".

"really? You didn't have to!" He walked towards me and gave me a kiss. He placed his hands around my waist and gave me a good kiss. It was nice. I didn't want to let go, but hey, life goes on.

I took his hand and pulled him to the kitchen to find the plate clean and finished. I was so confused....and then I looked at Mau, the orange cat we have, just sitting there a tiny piece of bread in his mouth

That little shit that I adore. But God do I hate him rn.

"Hey, it's alright. " Jackson said. Wrapping his arms around my from behind. "Now I get to see you cook. "

Oddly enough, it made me feel slightly better about it. I was still bitter. "I swear to GOD, Mau, eat it one more time and I'll burn all you cat food". I was joking, obviously.

Now I'm cooking with a giant ass 6'8 hunk of a man that goes to the gym every 5 days a week, wrapping his arms around my waist while I cook, giving me light kisses on the neck and shoulder.

Once I finished and plated the food, I just sat there watching him eat the food as if it was the best shit he tasted in years.

It felt nice, for someone to eat my things and to give a genuine response every time. Even if it's bad or good.