Holy guacamole guys, 300+ guys. Why the hell are you guys actually liking my fiction? Its shit-i aint complaining. Thank you. Very much. ~~ You woke up to the sound of glass clanking around downstairs. You look over, noticing frank is not next to you. You scooted up against the headboard and rubbed your eyes, still hearing the clanking sound. After a minute you became curious, and a bit annoyed by the sound, so you were going to see whats going on. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing one of Franks old band Ts from the floor and slipping it on. You waddle to your doorway, till all the sudden you hear the pitter patter of feet coming up the stairs.
You dont know why you all the sudden felt panic, but you did. You jolted away from your door, jumping back into bed like you were and pulled the blankets up over yourself. You shuffle around a bit until you hear the door open, and see frank walking in with a tray. You sat up, curious. Frank walked around to your side of the bed, setting the tray down on your lap. On the tray was a glass of orange juice, a mug of coffee, a banana, and a bowl of your favorite cerial. You smiled widely, looking up at frank giggling. He sat down by your side, smiling and kissing your head. "Mornin, sunshine" he mumbled. "I know its just a simple bowl of cerial, but its the only thing i can make without burning" he laughed. I giggled even more, looking up at him and kissing his nose. "Yeah, my poor frankie, you arent exactly a shef" i giggled. He scoffed, slicking his hair back. "Yeah, we both know what happened last time i tried to cook" he said.
I will never forget that day, frank attempting to cook for the first time. You stared remembering all the mental pictures you took in your head:
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You laughed out loud, making frank chuckle and rub his face. He looks over to you, and you stare into his eyes, smiling widely.
"Thank you so much frankie, this is the most wonderful breakfast i think ive ever had" you say, twirling the spoon around the edge of the bowl. "But its just cerial y/n" he replies, looking displeased at himself.
"Doesn't matter, it was made with love" you said, pecking his lips.
