one shots | d.t

" breakfast " | e.d

waking up in the morning to the smell of delicious, freshly made pancakes is always amazing. i droop out of bed and the golden sunlight shining in through the window is almost blinding.

as i arrive downstairs, of course ethan is stood there at the counter making me breakfast. he's so loving. i love this kid.

"awh, again, ethan? you don't have to keep doing this." i chuckle as he looks to me.

"babe, it's breakfast, you gotta eat something." he laughs. i watch him prepare me a plate of pancakes, with my favourite - chocolate spread , peanut butter and pieces of banana. he knows me too well.

i waltz over to the kitchen counter and take a seat on the stool. he pushes the plate up to me, and i can't help but smile at him - i must look like such a weirdo.

"you're so gorgeous." he leans over the counter and kisses my forehead. his lips cold but soft. i blush, like an idiot.

he comes round the counter and takes a seat next to me. i take a bite of my pancake and i can tell he's just watching me but i don't look to him. his eyes are a beautiful, light brown and he has dainty, long eyelashes, which i hate him for having since they're so perfect and mine are just terrible.

"i love you. i could make you breakfast every morning if i had to, just to see the smile on your face."

🏁 | dhis was shit soz