Phil's pov:
I check the cook book once again to make sure I have everything for the pie. Flour. Where did I put the flour? I turn around, searching for the flour only to find it under the recipe.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?"
Dan came in the room wearing my t-shirt and a pair of sweats. Again. I shouldn't have let him do the laundry, that little brat keeps stealing all my clothes. I'll do laundry, like it was before. That way all our clothing is soft and neat.
"That's my shirt," I glare at his top. Dan shakes his head and points at his engagement ring, "our shirt."
I roll my eyes and get back to making pie, Dan peaks from behind my shoulder. Dan brings his mouth closer to my ear, placing a butterfly kiss on the top, "I could take it off."
I stop cutting the apples and slowly turn my head to see Dan smirking at me. I couldn't help but burst out in laughter.After laughing for a while Dan helps make the batter. We put the unbaked pie in the stove and head to the lounge.
I playfully sit down and pat the place next to me on the sofa. Dan throws himself right next to me. I put my arm around his neck and pull him closer as he gets the remote.
We switch from a few channels and settle for episode of Friends. I saw thus episode before, it's still funny, well some parts.
I turn around to see Dan asleep on my shoulder. Little snores escaping his mouth. I push a part of his locks away from his eyes, then playing with it. Dan snuggled closer. Little did I know that the sound of his heartbeat would be enough to carry me to sleep.
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I wake up to the sound of the my phone buzzing off. I try to move but Dan somehow managed to straddle me in his sleep. I carefully remove his hands from behind my neck and slid out from under his weight causing his body to fall on the rest of our sofa.
I run to the kitchen. I open the oven and take out the half burned pie and head towards the counter, at least I would have if I didn't take the burning pie out with my bare hands. I drop the pie making apple and crumbs scatter all over the floor with a big bang. I try to get to get to the other side of the kitchen to get a broom but end up jumping on tiny hot crumbs. I should have put socks on, but hey, still better than stepping on Lego.
I get the broomstick and sweep the pie into a corner and in a few minutes the pie was in the trash. I sit down to our kitchen table to see Dan come in rubbing his eyes and bed hair.
"Pie?"
"Nope."
"Take-out?"
"Take-out."
