Liz Gillies Requests

Special Day (Liz&Michael)

NOTES
So the timeline for this oneshot isn't accurate to their relationship but I tried to make it make sense in this story. Enjoy!

The smell of fresh pancakes drifted through the kitchen and up the stairs to where Liz was softly stirring awake. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking in the sunlight shining through the curtains as she sat up in bed. She headed into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face, applying a few skincare products but leaving her false lashes on. On her way out of the bedroom, she grabbed Michael's shirt left on the floor from the night before and slipped it on over her bra and shorts.

In the kitchen, Michael was flipping pancakes whilst pouring coffee like a trained chef. The radio they never used was on, playing familiar 80's tracks that he hummed along to, getting most of the words wrong. He turned around to plate up the pancakes and laid his eyes on his wife walking into the room.

"Good morning." Michael smiled.

"It's not Sunday." Liz said with a small, confused frown on her face.

"Like I said, good morning." Michael chuckled, grabbing her hand and pulling her in for a hug.

"Good morning." Liz repeated with a smile.

"I know it isn't Sunday, but it's your day off." Michael kissed her hair and handed her a plate of pancakes.

"Thanks." Liz smiled wider, leaning into his body.

"Go sit. I'll join you." Michael said and she sat down at the table, drenching her pancakes in syrup.

"Why'd you light a candle?" Liz sniggered when he sat down opposite her at the table.

"Why not?" Michael smirked as he watched her eating.

"You're so weird." Liz giggled, reaching for the bottle of syrup to make sure every bite was dripping in maple syrup.

"So, did you want to do anything today?" He asked, sipping his coffee.

"Not really. Why, did you have something in mind?" Liz asked, taking a handful of blueberries from the bowl.

"No." Michael shrugged. "We have dinner reservations at 8, by the way, Liz."

"What- Why?" Liz blinked in surprise.

"Just because." Michael said with a small smile. "Don't wear sweatpants."

"When have I ever worn sweatpants to dinner?" Liz rolled her eyes.

"I know you've got that red dress in the closet you haven't had a chance to wear yet." Michael mentioned, and just as Liz glanced over to try and meet his eyes, he smiled to himself and looked down at his plate.

They cleared up after breakfast and Liz got ready for the day, dressing in gray flared leggings and a black sweater. She kept her face bare of any make up and tied her natural curls back into a claw clipped pony tail. Ten minutes later and Liz was all comfy and curled on the couch in the living room with Otis next to her while she painted her nails.

The Sex and The City Movie played on the TV that she was half-watching, half-listening to. Every now and then she would laugh at a line as she blew on her nails impatiently. Finally they dried and she relaxed into the cushions, settling next to Otis.

"What you watching?" Michael asked when he walked in.

"Sex and the city." Liz said gently, keeping her eyes on the screen.

"You know what they say, it gets better after the fifteenth time." Michael rolled his eyes playfully.

"That's what she said." Liz quipped with a smirk and Michael laughed.