I woke up to the sound of clanking in the kitchen. I sat up and stretched, rubbing my eyes. I slid the blanket off of me and headed in the kitchen. Y/n was cooking. I smiled and walked behind her, snaking my arms around her waist and resting my head in the crook of her neck, like old times. She stiffened.
"Smells amazing y/n." I whispered sleepily. She was making my favorite pancakes. She probably didn't remember that these are my favorite. Double chocolate. She would get a chocolate cake mix and make a batter and put chocolate chips in them.
"T-Thanks." She whispered back her muscles relaxing a bit. I was hoping if I did something she used to be familiar with maybe she would remember. But I don't think she did. I sighed in disappointment releasing the the embrace.
