Jeff The Killer- Boyfriend scenarios-( male reader)

First home cooked meal

 your POV

"babe?" Jeff said eyes still glued to the TV his head laying on my lap.

"Yeah, love?" I responded down at him.

"I'm hungry" he mumbled.

"ill order food do you want Chinese or pizza?" I asked ruffling his hair. he groaned rolling off my lap.

"I don't want take out" he sat up on the floor "we've had nothing but take out since we moved in" he pouted. I gave him a knowing smile. it was true we've only had take out since I started living with him because we're both just tired after work.

"okay, do you want a cold or warm meal?" I asked standing up walking out of the living room.

"warm but can you even cook?" Jeff said getting up and following me like a lost puppy, I shot him a playful glare.

"of course I can Jeff I'm an adult" I retorted " now go sit in the living room till I call you" I commanded, opening the cabinet.

___time skip (I'm sorry TvT) _____________________________________________________________________________________________

"Jeffery, dinner!" I called, I heard frantic footsteps. I looked up at the door as Jeff slid in the kitchen. he quickly sat at the table. I poured soup from a pot into two bowls.

"wow (y/n) I can believe you went all the way!" He said referring to the cutting board and pieces of discarded vegetables. I carefully made my way to the table, setting down his bowl and taking my seat across from him. we made small talk as we ate, a few compliments were thrown, a few smiles and giggles were had. at the end of dinner as I picked up the dishes Jeff quickly took them from me.

"what are you doing?" I asked a hint of sass in my voice.

"you cook, I clean," he said as though it were obvious "thank you" he placed a quick kiss on my forehead giving me a wide smile. I felt so happy, he makes me so happy.

How did I get so lucky?