This Is Love

{08} 8 It Is

~Adele's pov~

I woke up, my head pounding.

There was banging downstairs, followed by some cursing.

Simon.

I first went my bathroom and brushed my teeth, then took 2 Aleve for my headache.

Tying my robe around me, I walked down to see Simon holding his hand.

"Morning" he cheekily smiled.

"What did you do to yourself" I laughed.

He showed me his hand.

"I tried to cook bacon to go with your pancaked until the grease hit me."

His hand actually looked pretty bad. It was definitely worse than I expected.

"Simon! What the hell did you do, pour the entire pan of grease on you?"

It was super red and it looked like a huge bubbled up blister.

I went to touch it but he flinched away.

"Sorry, it hurts...... A lot" he said sheepishly.

I went to my medicine cabinet in the kitchen and got some ointment for his hand.

"Let me see it, please."

He gave me his hand.

I squeezed some onto my finger and took his hand with my free one.

"It might sting a little"

I started to rub it and he winced.

"I'm sorry Si" I kept saying.

"It's okay"

"You clutz" I said as I finished.

"I was trying to be romantic and this is what I get" he laughed.

"I'll finish it and we can eat yeah?"

"Sure"

"If you don't mind, I like to listen to music when I cook."

"Fine by me" he laughed.

I bluetoothed my phone to my speaker and played the Spice Girls Wannabe, of course.

He just sat at the table, watching me dance and sing my way around the kitchen, cooking our breakfast.

"So here's the story from a-z you wanna get with me you better listen carefully..." I sang.

I was flipping my pancakes like a pro and danced like no one was watching, knowing damn good and well he was sitting there laughing his ass off. Like I cared though.

The bacon was popping, the pancakes were perfect, and I was enjoying every bit of it.

I finally finished off with preparing the plates with bacon and pancakes and putting some butter on top of them.

I took both plates to the table, setting one in front of Simon, then going to the fridge to pour two glasses of orange juice.

Simon, being the gentleman he was, waited on me to get back to eat.

"Go ahead" I laughed.

He grabbed his fork and dug into his pancakes immediately.

I ate slowly and actually enjoyed tasting my food unlike him...

I looked up at him and giggled when I saw syrup in his beard.

"What" he looked up from his plate.