Patient Love - Marco Reus Fanfic

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Note: All characters, names, situations are fictitious.

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I woke up and saw Marco lying next to me. His face was relaxed and his arms were both above the pillow. I laughed. It was a funny position to sleep on. I checked the clock on the nightstand and it was 9:10 am.

It is so weird that Marco was still sleeping, he usually wakes up before than I do. I decide to step out of the bed and go downstairs to make some breakfast. Probably he would wake up once he doesn't feel me in his bed anyways.

I grab a pair of sausages and eggs. I turned on my turntable on the living room and listened to Solomon again. I love all of his songs. I started cooking at the rhythm of my favorite song "Cry to me", the one I danced yesterday with Marco when suddenly I feel a beautiful presence next to me.

"Guten Morgen." He says with a smile on his face.

"Bonjour." I replied smiling.

He walked and took a seat on the breakfast table.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Great." He said smiling.

"Am I a good company?" I asked and he laughed.

"The best anyone could wish." He said and I blushed.

"Hungry?" I said and he nodded quickly.

I placed a plate in front of him with a pair of sausages, eggs and roasted tomatoes, a cup of black coffee and a glass of grapefruit juice. He smiled widely and started eating eagerly. I melted inside.

"You're an amazing cook." He said.

"Thank you." I replied taking a seat next to him.

"I like it." He said smiling widely.

"What?" I asked moving my head aside.

"The fact that you can cook this great." He said pointing at his plate.

"Well not to brag but it's only breakfast. I can do a lot better." I said with a sassy look.

He laughed.

"I can't wait to try." He said.

We finished eating and I placed the plates on the dishwasher. He was still sitting on the table, looking at me.

"You wanna say something Mr Reus?" I asked, he smiled tenderly.

"I have to go training today, in the afternoon." He said. Oh, he's leaving.

Suddenly I feel a bit sad about it, maybe I should get used to.

"Marcel called me yesterday." He said.

What!? He called Marco? Why?

"He told me to tell you that he's coming to pick you up to look for Melanie's cake." He said with a inscrutable face. I swallowed hard.

Is he mad because of this?

"It's okay. I'll call him to tell that I can't." I said cleaning the breakfast table, he shook his head.