Accidental Angel (A NoochM FanFic)

Waffle Filler

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~Chapter Eighteen~

Mat's POV

I awoke to the smell of something amazing. My slightly opened door allowed the amazing fumes to clog my room, and my nostrils. I got up to see what was being made for the breakfast of two. As I opened the door, I heard music as well. I walked down the hallway and listened as the music had gotten louder the closer I approached it. I saw Ninah in the kitchen. She moved to the beat of the song, as she made waffles. I leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, smiling as the gorgeous young girl lowered the waffle maker presser, and dance slightly at the same time. I stood there until I was finally noticed.

Ninah's POV

I knew Mat liked waffles. And I remember how ecstatic he was when I told him I had a waffle maker. So, I took the opportunity to make him and myself a few waffles. I put on my music-as I do every morning when I make breakfast- and got to cooking, dancing as the music had practically controlled my body. I turned to the trash can to throw out the paper towels I had used. When I did, I saw a tall figure leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. I jumped back, and let out a little squeal. Mat laughed, and opened his arms for a good morning hug.

"God, you scared me, Mat!" I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Sorry about that," He smiled widely, as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

We released each other (unfortunately).

"Would you like some breakfast? I know how much you enjoy waffles, so I made you some!" I said smiling at him. I pulled out two plates and handed on to him, along with eating utensils. He snagged three of the six waffles I made, and I took two. We sat across from each other at my kitchen island, and enjoyed the freshly made breakfast.

Mat's POV

I drenched my waffles in maple syrup, seeming about as stereotypical as a Canadian can.

"These waffles seemed pretty dry, eh?" I joked.

Ninah looked at me with wide eyes and a smiling face.

"Waffles seem to bring out the true Canadian in you." She laughed.

"No, Canadian syrup brings out the true Canadian in me." I laughed, taking my bites of waffle off of my fork and chewing them, savoring the delicious taste in my mouth.

If there's one thing I developed as a fact, its that Ninah's great at hugs, and she's a damn good cook.

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