The NFL Players Girlfriend

Normalcy

I woke up out of nowhere around six am, and decided to make Andrei breakfast before he goes to practice.

He was still in a deep sleep, so I chose not to wake him. Instead I just got out of bed, stole his shirt, and slipped on a pair of panties before leaving the bedroom.

Not that the panties made any difference when his shirt goes past my ass.

I snuck off to his kitchen and rummaged around to see what ingredients he had before I decided on what to cook for him.

I was surprised to see a good enough assortment of things that I had a few options. I've never seen him eat a cooked breakfast, so my confidence wasn't high when I started my search. He mostly just ate cereal or breakfast bars, something he could scarf down quickly or on his way out the door.

I'd offered to cook for him on multiple occasions but he hadn't let me. So I'm taking my opportunity while he was asleep and couldn't tell me no.

I decided I was going to make strawberry glazed sausage, sunny side eggs, and French toast with strawberries and whipped cream.

That seemed like the quickest meal to make that didn't require a blender or anything fancy. Not that I minded making something more complex, I just didn't want the noise to wake Andrei.

He had practice today, and he hadn't had a whole lot of sleep because we were up late.

It wasn't as big of a deal for me because his job was more exhausting than mine, by far. So I tend to try to think of him before planning or doing things that could throw off his schedule or inconvenience him, even though he doesn't mind it.

I turned some music on and got to work. I found myself dancing and singing along to the music as I gathered everything that I needed and got started.

I loved to cook. I've figured out that it's a love language for me. I loved that it was something that could satisfy every sensation. It made me happy to provide people with good tasting and smelling food for them to enjoy.

It was nice to do normal stuff like this in our relationship. I enjoyed the simplest things of doing typical couple things.

I was dancing to Hold It Against Me, my favorite song by Britney Spears. I was thinking about using that song for my return choreography at the studio.

I was just finishing up with the sausage when I felt arms wrap themselves around me, causing me to jump.

"Jesus! You scared me." I laughed.

I felt him sway while holding me, and I leaned into him.

"God you look so sexy in my shirt." He whispered in my ear.

"Mmm. Do I?" I asked as his hands started to wander.

"Mmhmm." He said, bringing his hands back to my waist after I swatted them away. I knew that if he started to play with me I'd indulge and the food would end up burned because I'd be too distracted to focus.

"What's all this?" He murmured as he kissed my neck.

I turned myself around so that I could look at him as I answered.

"I wanted to do something nice for you. You weren't suppose to wake up till I was done." I said with a fake pouty face.

"You don't have to do stuff like this. I feel bad that I got to sleep in while you were up doing all this."

"Baby, I love doing stuff like this." I told him. "I love cooking, and knowing I'm doing it for you of all people makes me enjoy it more. And we were up late so I wasn't gonna make you get up just because I woke up. Plus you would've told me no."