Cute Justin Bieber Imagines

Pancakes and Dirty Fingers

Justin's point of view:

I woke up and looked my clock. It was just 6:30am but I didn't feel sleepy at all anymore. I stood up to sit on our bed and looked next to me where my beautiful wife, Y/N slept like an angel. How someone could even look that perfect? God must have collected the best ingredients to make her

My mind yelled me to touch her but same time I wanted let her sleep. I gave a gentle kiss over her hair before I stepped out of the bed. I didn't feel like sleeping anymore. I walked over our kids Jenny and Bill's room. I opened the door and looked inside

There they were sleeping peacefully. I could do nothing but smile to that view. The second time I had to thank the God for blessing us of these two gifts. I looked them still a few seconds before I closed the door and made my way downstairs

When I stepped in the kitchen, a great idea hit in my head. I could make the breakfast today for them today. Y/N had always been our cook but I wanted do something at least once back as a favor. She deserved after everything she had to endure

Life with two kids who ask questions about almost everything which they see, weren't the easiest thing to handle. Especially when your husband was other side of the world touring. Sometimes I felt bad because of that but Y/N didn't want me to stop that. "Our family deserve at least one person with dreams" she had said

I opened the fridge and then food closet. What should I do for them, I thought. Would pancakes be good. They were kids favorite at least so I might reach some love to their side too. I haven't had too much time for them either and they deserved a little reward too

I haven't ever done pancakes before so I had no idea what I should add in the bowl which was laying on the table now empty. Maybe flour and milk at least, I thought, but since I wasn't sure, I decided start search the notebook where Y/N kept her recipes

After a moment searching I finally found that pink notebook. All recipes were written there with a small and cute hand writing of hers. I turned pages after I found the right one, 'PANCAKES'

I started add ingredients one by one in the bowl. Eggs, milk, flour, sugar... I mixed them and swipe my forehead after the dough was ready. I couldn't understand how Y/N was able to do this almost every day. I mean, it wasn't that bad in the end but every day. I couldn't do that at least

I wait 20 minutes like the recipe told before I pulled our pancake pan out of the kitchen drawer and put it over the stove. I poured the first portion of dough on the pan and pulled a chair under my ass while I wait for the pancake to be ready to turn.

It was almost 8am and the sun had started to rise. I went open the curtains and let light fill our kitchen. The smell of pancakes started fill the room and a few second I thought already that I might eat them all just by myself, but then I remember how much Bill and Jenny loved them

I put the first four pancakes on the plate and poured the second portion on the pan. Little by little the plate started fill of pancakes and soon I was ready

I opened the food closet and started look for a maple syrup and jam from there. I found them on the third shelf and put them on the table. I set also four plates and mugs on the table, plus forks even I was sure that Bill and Jenny wouldn't use them anyways

I put the pancake plate in the middle of the table and still filled the coffee machine and turned it on, before I made my way back to upstairs wake up the family

I looked inside our bedroom and noticed how calmly Y/N was sleeping there. Maybe I will give her two more minutes time to sleep still and wake up the kids first, I thought and continued walking toward the next door