【Beyond Birthday X Reader】

Chapter 11

('(Bf/n)' means 'best friends name')

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You opened your eyes slowly, not quite awake yet. You felt ︎Beyond's arm wrapped around your body. Fully waking up, ︎Beyond was still asleep beside you. You decided to sneak out of the room and into the kitchen. You make it to the kitchen with out waking B. You opened some of the cupboards, looking for something to make for breakfast. You scanned the shelves,

"Pancakes!"

You said to yourself. Pulling out the ingredients and sitting them on the countertop. You started to make the mixture when you heard movement behind you. You turned your head slightly, watching ︎Beyond walk over to you,

"Good morning,"

He whispered in your ear, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning,"

You replied, turning your attention back to the mixture.

"What you making?"

He asked, peering over your shoulder.

"Pancakes,"

"Do you need any help?"

"No, go sit down,"

You said, he had cooked you dinner last night so you felt that you should do something for him. He sat down at the table,

"So.. Uh... About the wedding.."

He said. You hummed in response,

"I think, maybe, it should just be a small wedding. Y'know, like just a couple good friends... If that's okay with you,"

"That sounds great!" You cheered, "who were you thinking?"

"Uh... Like, Matt, Mello, Near and L... And like a couple of your close friends..."

"Sounds great!"

You smiled. You flipped the last batch of pancakes, waiting for them to cook. Once they were cooked, you turned off the stove, putting the pancakes on two plates, grabbing two sets of cutlery and carrying them over to the table. You set the first plate, along with the cutlery, down in front of ︎Beyond with a small 'clink'. The second set in front of the empty chair beside him. You sat down, smiling at him as he took his first bite out of his pancake. He seemed to think for a minute, before standing up.

"What's wrong?"

You asked. ︎Beyond ignored your question going over to the fridge, and pulling out a jar. He held the jar up in the air to show you.
Strawberry jam.
Of course. He started walking back over to the table, taking his seat once more. He opened the jar, spreading some of its contents on his pancake. He took a large bite, smiling at you. You giggled lightly at the sight of your soon-to-be husband, with a small amount of jam on his chin.

"You've got jam on your face,"

You giggled. ︎Beyond wiped his cheek with his thumb, achieving nothing. You giggled some more.

"Here, let me get it,"

You leant forward, wiping his chin, getting it off this time. ︎Beyond scratched the back of his head.