My Man, My Money

Toothpicks

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God, I am the best cook in this who fucking apartment of ours. I had woken up early to start breakfast in thanks to Sasuke for the lovely never ending sex this weekend.

I mean- come on he did work very hard at work, and then he came home having to deal with me. I love him dearly for all that he gave me and how he put up with me and everything but I really needed to show him more of that in my eyes. He was working way harder than I was and here I was making him do even more work when he got home.

I turned over the bacon watching it cook to a slow brown. I move away going to the freezer setting out the fruit so I can thaw out.

This weekend was good, and greatly needed. Making that call to Itachi was definitely needed, no distractions.

Ding

Moving to the waffle maker I dig it out putting it on a plate, adding the finished bacon too it. I leave the kitchen to go and see if Sasuke is up and ready yet only to see him still laying in the position I left him in. If it weren't for the many years I've serpent with him, to learn his sleeping habits, I would think he was dead.

I go back to the kitchen fixing up his plate, before putting it in the oven. I grab my plate and go to the dinning table.

Normally I'd eat out on the deck but it looks to be a bit cloudy outside, and I'm not taking the risk. The weather here is never predictable, they say it's supposed to be sunny up in high 90's, but when you step outside you get hit with wild winds and snow.

Nibbling on my bacon I think of the my brothers, when's the last time we call hung out? I make a mental note to call them up later today and make plans with them.

Clearing my plate I throw it in the dishwasher, cleaning up the kitchen. Once cleaned and back to the way it was before I begin to make a batch of coffee.

Hopping up on the counter I check my Twitter and scroll through vine looking for new music, to share with Kiba. Always fighting over who has the better music.

When the coffees done a poor a mug adding three spoons of sugar, just the way he likes it. Adding some fruit so he'll shut up about healthy eating. He could eat three Big Mac's and never gain a single pound.

With a plate in one hand and a coffee mug in the other I begin my walk to our room. To see Sasuke sitting up in bed on his phone is no surprise, but I can't help the eye roll that I give him, when he looks at me with surprised eyes. 

"Mornin'" he speaks in a ruff tone letting me know he just woke up. I kiss his cheek whispering back a morning, while lack g his plate on his lap.

I take the phone out his hand making him frown and try and take it back. I close out of it and sit across from him crisscross like phone in one hand coffee in other. "You can have it back after you eat."

He rolls his eyes stabbing his eggs before stuffing them in his mouth giving me rude smile, which I smile at.

Looking over at are window wall I see it needs to be cleaned, along with the bed sheets, the bathroom, living room and everything else in between. My nose scrunches up as I finally realized how much this house truly stinks.