Jared Gilmore Imagines

Breakfast Misfortunes | H.M.

Drabble Game #4: "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"You could have Henry wake up early to make her breakfast on Easter (because well it's coming up but if it's not on Easter it still works) and keeps burning things and refuses to let Y/N help."

- Roxie77085

Synopsis: It's the reader's birthday and Henry decides to make some breakfast.

Y/N

Blinding lights entered through the windows, fully waking me up. I rubbed my eyes and reached to my left. Feeling the cold, empty space, made me frown in confusion. I turned my head to the side, only to realize I was the only one present in the room.

I stood up and took a few steps before grabbing the oversized shirt from the floor and put it around my body. It being slightly oversized.

My phone layed on my hands, before I opened the door and walked downstairs, only to be met with an acrid smell.

Confused, I held on to stair's handrail before I continuing my way downstairs. Everything looked the same, nothing out of place.

Passing through the cozy living room, I walked to the next door and opened it, leading to the kitchen and small breakfast table, the odor only getting stronger.

"Henry?" I asked after looking at my right, where all the kitchen's small and big appliances were.

Frantically stopped whatever he was doing seconds ago. Turned around, a scared look on his face, and a spatula on his hand.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be asleeep!" he shouted, letting the spatula fall from his hand.

"I should be asking you the same. What are YOU doing?" I laughed, walking towards him.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing." he said, turning around once more.

I stood in front of the stove and looked at the pan, some substance, that used to be a light color had brown almost black borders.

"Oh my God, let me." I tried grabbing the spatula from his hands.

"No!" he moved in front of me, keeping me from the burning stack of pancakes.

"Come on!"

"No, go away."

I looked down at the now darker pancake and let out a chuckle.

"Babe, what did you do?" I said, now not able to contain my laughter.

"I tried making something nice for your birthday." he explained, looking down, clearly giving up.

"Henry." I awed and walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. I felt him kiss the top of my head before laying his chin on my shoulder.

"Happy Birthday babe." he said, giving me a peck on the lips.

We separated from each other and he went to the coffee machine. Meanwhile, I grabbed the pan and threw what used to be a pancake mixture to the trash and began a new batch.

Breakfast was done in about 10 minutes later. The food was set up on the plates in front of us. Henry walked up to the table, two mugs on each of his hand. He placed mine next to the food and moved on to the sit in front of mine where he sat up.

I grabbed the somewhat hot mug in my hands and lifted it to my lips, taking a sip from the dark liquid.

"At least you can make perfect coffee." I tried to lighten up the mood, a grin displayed on my face.

"Oh shut up." he laughed before taking a piece of pancake to his mouth.

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Author's Note: I'm back! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and keep commenting on the drabble game post!