Your boyfriend, Chris, was out with the guys recording their new album. You weren't allowed to hear it, of course, no one was. That didn't bother you though, you knew you'd love it either way. It was getting late, so you decided to make dinner for when Chris returned.
Not long after you started, Chris walked through the door grinning.
"Hey, babe." He kissed your cheek once, then on the lips.
"Oh no." He looked down at what you were attempting to make.
"What?"
"Are you sure you want to make dinner tonight? I always do it, let me help-"
"No, I got it." You shooed him away. "Now, get!"
He looked worried, but walked around the counter and sat on one of the stools, narrowing his eyes as he watched your every move.
"You don't need to hover over me, I got this."
"Sure you do. You started a fucking fire last time, Y/N."
"But I won't this time."
"Babe, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Get the fuck out of my kitchen."
You laughed softly. "All right, Mr. Bossypants. Let's just order a pizza."
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