𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐌𝐉 ✓

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Julianna's POV

I wake up and look on the other side of the bed, Michael wasn't laying with me; I look at the door as I heard music playing downstairs, I remove the sheets that were wrapped around me and sit up. I yawn as I stretched my arms, I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, closing the door after.

Once I was finished with my business, I went to the sink and washed my hands. I dry my hands with the towel next to me and leave the bathroom, walking to the bedroom door and opening it. I walk out and close the door behind me, I walk downstairs and look in the living room; no one was there, the radio was playing.

I walk to the kitchen and hold in my laughter as Michael continued to dance while cooking, "Woah, Woah, Woah-Woah, Woah, Woah!" Michael sang as he swung his hips from side to side. I cross my arms as I leaned on the wall, "Michael!" I call him.

He quickly turns around, smiling seeing me; he puts down the bowl that he held and walked over to me, he licks his lips, "Yeah?" He says, looking at me with a grin.

"What are you doing?"

He points behind him with his thumb, "Cooking breakfast for you."

I look at him as my eyebrow rose, "It didn't look like it."

He puts down his hand, "I know," he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, "I sometimes dance while I cook."

I giggle, "I can see that." I uncross my arms and walk around him, walking to the counter, "So, whatcha makin'?"

I heard his footsteps as he spoke, "French toast, bacon, and eggs."

I take a piece of cooked bacon, biting it; I turn around to face him and I cover my mouth when I talked, "Good," I shake the bacon, "This is really good."

I swallowed as he spoke, "Thank you; I hope you like the whole meal because you just ate bacon."

I giggle as I take another bite, "Yeah, but this bacon," I look at the bacon, "is really good." I stuff the bacon in my mouth, causing Michael to laugh; I cover my mouth again, trying to chew down the bacon.

Michael clapped and rubbed his hands together, "Well, I should get back to cookin'; you can wait in the living room if you want."

I swallowed the bacon, uncovering my mouth, I said, "No, I'll watch you since I don't know how to cook."

"Oh," Michael grabs the bowl again and starts whisking, "You know, I can teach you how to cook," Michael says.

I look away from the bowl to look at him, "What?" He pours the eggs in a pan and lets them cook, "I can teach you how to cook," he cuts the eggs separate with a spatula, "only if you want to learn."

I nod, "Yeah, yeah, I do wanna learn," I look at the eggs, "it looks so easy but then," I look at him, "it's so hard."

"Did your Grandma try to teach you how to cook?"

He puts the eggs on a plate, "Yeah, try but I was in my starting teens; I wasn't paying attention. The only thing I can make is microwave popcorn, toast, and cereal."

He grabs the bacon, putting it next to the eggs, "Heh, you need to learn a lot then."

He walks to the microwave, pressing a button, "What is that supposed to mean?" I cross my arms.

"I'm trying to be rude but that means you suck at cooking; you have to learn a lot," the microwave beeps and Michael opens it, taking out a plate, "About the stove," He picks up a fork and puts the toast on the place, "the ingredients," he picks up the plate and walks over to me, "and how you can throw stuff in a pot and it becomes a masterpiece," he hands me the plate and I uncross my arms, grabbing the plate, "It can be difficult but once you get used to it, it won't be that bad."

I walk to the counter, placing the plate there and grab a fork; I start my fork into the French toast, cutting a piece and stuffing it into my mouth. I moan in sweet bliss as I chewed; Michael stares at me and smiles, "So how is it?"

I look away from my plate, looking up at him; I covered my mouth and pointed with my fork, "This is the bomb!"

I take another bite after the one I swallowed, "Where did you learn this?"

"My mother's recipe," my eyes widen, "she used to cook me it when I was mortal."

*Wow.*

I swallow and take another bite, "So you ate this before?"

"Well, yeah; I can still eat it, it'll make me hungry an hour later."

I point with the fork, "Try this; it is by far the best French toast I've ever tried."

I hand Michael the fork as I swallowed my food; he groaned as he took a bite, "Just like mother used to make it."

I smile, "I haven't even tried the eggs yet."

He covers his mouth, "I made this just for you and now I want to make some for me."

I laugh as he handed me the fork, I stab the eggs and stuff a piece in my mouth; I cover my mouth, "What the fuck?! How can this taste so good?!"

Michael starts laughing as I moaned, *This tastes so good.*

Michael calms his laughter, "You okay? It sounds like you're having an orgasm over there."

I swallowed, "Michael, this is the best fucking food I have ever tasted; it feels like I'm having an orgasm over food."

He laughs, "You sound like you haven't eaten."

I put down the fork and take the bacon after I was done with the French toast and eggs, "I have eaten, it's just your mother never cooked for me or anyone at the Manor; I had to get fast food for a whole year."

He sighs, "Well, I'm glad I got you back because I would cook for you like this, every day."

My eyes widen, "Really?"

He shrugged, "Hell yeah."