The Young BucksOne Shots & Drabbles

It was an accident. I was cooking. I'm not going to the hospital. - NICK DRABBLE

"I'll be home later, okay?" Nick said as he grabbed his keys off the kitchen table.

You nodded and leaned in to give him a quick kiss before he headed outside.

A few minutes after Nick left you grabbed your own keys to head to the grocery store down the street. Nick would be gone at the gym with Matt for a few hours which gave you the perfect opportunity to surprise him with a home-cooked meal.

You had only been married to Nick for a few weeks and this was the first night the two of you would both be home since the wedding.

On the menu was baked chicken breasts with some vegetables for a side. A simple enough dish that hopefully didn't have too many ways to go wrong. You could handle the basics like spaghetti but you were far from a chef. You just hoped that it would at least be edible. It wasn't going to be the best meal Nick has ever had, you knew that. But you hoped that it wouldn't turn out as a complete failure.

You had the chicken in the oven and the green beans were in a pan on the stove. You just needed to let them cook for a few more minutes and everything would be ready to go. You glanced at the clock and saw that Nick should be coming through the door at any minute.

You grabbed the lighter from the drawer next to the fridge and lit the three candles in the center of the table, giving a hint of romance to your dinner.

You glanced through the oven door at the chicken and it appeared to be okay. You then headed upstairs to your bedroom to change into something a little bit nicer than the t-shirt and sweats you had on.

You had just pulled your jeans on when you smelled smoke coming from downstairs.

"Shit!" You screamed running down the hallway towards the stairs.

As soon as you stepped into the kitchen you saw smoke coming from the oven while the smoke alarm beeped loudly. You opened the oven door and grabbed a towel off the counter. You grabbed the pan and pulled it out but soon felt a sharp pain on your index finger.

You dropped the pan onto the floor and looked down at your finger. You thought the towel was protecting your hand but the edge of your finger touched the hot pan. You turned the faucet on to run some cool water over it.

You heard the front door open and you sighed, knowing that Nick was about to walk into a disaster.

"Babe? Is...something burning?" You heard Nick ask.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry." You said softly as you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes from the pain. The skin was starting to blister and you knew that wasn't good.

"What happened?" You heard Nick ask as he stepped into the kitchen. He glanced at the floor which now had the pan and the burnt chicken and then he looked up at you. He set his keys down on the counter. "Did you burn yourself?" He asked as he walked over to you. He reached down and pulled your hand up to examine it. "This is bad. We need to get you to the hospital."

"It was an accident. I was cooking...I'm not going to the hospital." You said as you fought back tears. "It's fine."

"Babe, you need to get that looked at." He said pointing to your finger.

"No, it's fine." You said as a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Hey, come here," Nick said as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back gently to help calm you down.

"It's going to be fine. I'll get you some ice to put on it on the way to the hospital."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise you and...it was a disaster. I'm a failure as a wife."

"Don't say that. You aren't a failure. You're a great wife."

"I can't even cook a dinner without burning the house down."

"You didn't burn the house down. Now c'mon let's get you to this hospital to get your finger looked at." He said as he placed his hand on your lower back.

"I'm sorry that I ruined your night. I know this is your only day off and you-"

"Hey, it's fine. I just want to make sure you're okay." He said as he handed you an ice pack from the cooler and grabbed his keys off the counter.