I woke up to the smell of something burning. In a panic, I quickly got out of bed and ran down the stairs towards the burning smell. The aroma lead me to the kitchen, where my fiancée Justin was running frantically in.
"What's goin' on in here?" I asked him.
"I was trying to make you breakfast," Justin said. He then showed me one of our pans with black clumps of eggs in it. "It didn't go to well."
I laughed and grabbed the pan from him. "Watch and learn." Justin playfully put his hands in the air and laughed.
I threw out burnt eggs, grabbed four new ones out of the refrigerator, and turned on the stove.
"Now how do you cook eggs?" I asked, cracking the eggs and putting them in the pan.
"I just scramble them." He said plainly.
"You don't put any type of seasoning on it?"
"Are you suppose to?"
"White people." I mumbled, grabbing the sea salt and black pepper from the cabinet.
"Come back in an hour, babe," I told him. "The master needs concentration."
"Whatever you say Y/N." Justin said, smacking my butt before leaving the kitchen.
"Hey!" I yelled.
Justin just laughed. "It's not my fault that you decided to wear those short pajama shorts."
I just rolled my eyes and continued to cook.
***
After a whole hour of slaving over the hot stove and oven I was finally done.
"Justin! Breakfast!" I yelled, putting two plates on the kitchen table.
Justin came running down the stairs like a little kid. After he sat down I got him a fork full of eggs and fed it to him.
"Y/N," Justin said with his eyes closed. " God bless you, your parents, your ancestors..."
"Is it really that good?" I asked.
"Hell yeah," He said, putting me on his lap. "You always keep Daddy happy."
"Boi you nasty." I said playfully.
Justin starts kissing my neck. "I try to be."
