𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒 - 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓

My Pretty Boy

Ash wanders her way into the kitchen with Tom guiding her tiredly by the hips. I don't blame them, it's only 9:30. I smirk at them, flipping the pancakes. More footsteps and I really perk up, excited to see him. My pretty boy. He keeps his head low, yawning. I grab 2 plates from the cabinet next to me, laying out the 4 pancakes evenly on them.

"Tom, Ash, come get your pancakes." I announce, hearing a soft gasp behind me. Turning around, Bill is hovering over me. "Pancakes?" He whispers, staring at my hand that holds the spatula. Puppy eyes shining at me with the sun from the living room. I hum a response, grabbing his chin. He wraps his arm around my waist, staring down at me.

"Is that alright, Billy?" I ask softly, looking up into his honey bourbon eyes. Melting my heart with their puppy look. "Yeah, it's okay, mama." He whispers, barely audible. His expression tired yet all smiley like he usually is. I raise an eyebrow, grinning at him.

"What was that, Bill?" I challenge him, holding his face still as he gets squirmy. Blushing and trying to turn away but I don't let him. "I-I said it's okay." He mumbles, I giggle. Shaking my head. "I thought so." I hush, hearing Tom and Ash finally wobble their way into the kitchen. I add more batter as Bill buries his embarrassed face into the crook of my neck. Hiding himself.

I rub his palms with my thumb, letting the batter cook into dough before I flip it. The sweet sizzle filling the house. Tom snatches the syrup, taking it to the table with him and Ash. I think she fits right in honestly. She has wonderful manners, she's respectful in every way to Tom, and she is mindful of her words to all of us. And she's beautiful. Maybe she'll change Tom early on.

After a few, I finish my pancakes, turning to Bill. Who's still latching onto me like a little leach. A cute one. "How many do you want, Billy?" He snuggles, breathing down my chest. "Only 2." He whispers, squeezing me. I giggle, doing just that. Again, that satisfying sizzle happens when I flip them.

Until they're both cooked and ready. I place them on the other plates I took out, letting them cool as I unplug the pancake maker, trying my best to reach the sink. Dropping the spatula in there for now.

I pull him off, making him whine. He flips me around, holding me closer than before. Picking me up, I scream a little. He smiles, letting me get comfortable. I wrap my legs around his torso, my arms around his neck. "C'mon, we have to go eat." I complain, Bill smirks. "I know, I know. I just wanted to hold you for a minute." He mumbles, making me smile.

"Yeah? Why?" I test, squinting a bit. Bill's cheeks go pink instantly, he turns away but I bring his face back. "Why?" I repeat, glaring playfully at him. "I-I don't know." Bill squeaks, biting his lip. He sets me down, running away from me to hide himself.

"Yes you do." I cackle, laughing hard at his embarrassment. Knowing he doesn't have to be embarrassed because I feel the same is really fun sometimes. He comes back with a Cola in hand, trying to avoid my eyes. I let him, handing him his plate.

Tom and Ash have already ate, but Bill doesn't touch his until I'm there. Then he picks up his fork, doing his syrup and everything. I do the same when he's done with it, digging in. It's really good, I should cook these more often. Suddenly, Tom busts up laughing. Ash looks guilty when Bill and I both look up at the same time.

"What's going on?" Bill asks, his voice stern as he sits up. I glance at him, admiring the way he towers over me. "N-Nothing! Nothing." Tom laughs, covering his mouth as he stares at us. Whispering back to Ash. She laughs, looking at him. "We can only hope." She whispers, making Tom smirk.

"Only hope you guys fuck." Tom blurts out, I instantly laugh. Looking over at Bill. His face goes red, deep red. "Awe Tom!" I giggle, leaning over. Hugging Bill, he buries his face into me, hiding from the others. "Well! You two are always together, and he's always locked onto you, you might as well. I mean it's obvious you two like each other."