Mialotte: Eternal Sweethearts

35. Breakfast in bed

A/N: Oh my gosh, I have so many different 'storylines' going on right now, sorry! Idk if it is jarring or not to have to go back a few chapters to rejog your memory or not.. I find I have to go back and read to continue the story 😤. I'll admit I do like it though, keeps my ideas flowing. Lmk if it's annoying and I'll do just one or two at a time. This is a very fluffy one, a chapter surrounding aftercare. Nothing to worry about!

= A continuation of "32. Physical loving." It is the morning after a very eventful night. Mia and Charlotte finally verbally communicate about their argument over breakfast.

Mia woke up overly early, determined to make things right with Charlotte. The lady gently snoring right beside her was the love of her life. All she had ever wanted. The person she would dream of to come and save her from her torturous childhood. If she were a damsel in distress, Charlotte would be the one to save her, Every. Single. Time. The redhead knew, if she wasn't going to make things work with Char, there wasn't anyone else that could live up to the way Char made her feel. It was them, for eternity, or nothing, and oddly, she liked that.

The promise she had made the night before weighed heavily on her mind. She moved quietly in the kitchen, preparing Charlotte's favourite breakfast with extra care. She wanted every detail to show how much she loved her.

The smell of freshly made pancakes filled the air as Mia whipped up the batter, adding a touch of vanilla for extra flavour. She carefully poured the batter into heart-shaped moulds, watching them puff up into thick, fluffy American-style pancakes. As they cooked, she prepared a berry compote, simmering strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries with a hint of lemon and sugar until it turned into a rich, sweet sauce. She scooped a little bit of the sauce up onto her fingertips and tasted it. Delicious, just how Charlotte would like it.

Once the pancakes were ready, she arranged them neatly on a plate, drizzling the berry compote over them and adding swirls of whipped cream in perfect uniform circles. Each pancake looked like a work of art, a labour of love. Mia smiled, satisfied with her creation. She hoped Charlotte would see the effort and care she had put into making her feel loved and cherished.

What made it even more special for Mia was that her and Char had shared some of their most intimate moments, over cuisine. Whether it be their candlelit dinners, or the time they met at the bar after weeks. They shared typical pub-food together. No matter the quality or prestige of the food or setting, the two always, without fault, enjoyed each other's company.

Even the countless passionate nights they had, making love. Or something a bit more risque like when they had more adventurous intimacy, it always came back to one singular point. The undeniable connection they shared. They also had an unspoken ritual of breakfast in bed, every morning after!

As Mia added some finishing touches of powdered sugar and a little sprig of mint, she continued to smile to herself. No matter how tired, exhausted or just dazed they were from their sensual experiences, aftercare was never forgotten.

At the start of their relationship, the idea of being praised and cared for afterwards, was such a foreign concept to Charlotte. She didn't necessarily understand it at all, and just expected to constantly abide to Mia's sexual needs. As Mia unravelled those expectations of intimacy, she watched Char's confidence grow. To show her sweetheart, how it is to truly be loved. This lead to nights like the time they spent in Mia's cinema room. Whew. A crimson hue crept up into her cheeks.

As her smile was just about to form into a smirk, she shook her mind of her thoughts and focussed on the task at hand. Loving Charlotte openly, as she deserves.

Carrying the tray carefully, Mia headed back to the bedroom. Charlotte was still in bed, her hair tousled from sleep, but she smiled warmly when she saw Mia. Char let out a yawn and stretched her arms out, giving them a little shake. "Good morning, beautiful," Mia said softly, placing the tray on the bed.