WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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The next morning I'm up before six and just can't seem to fall asleep so when it is six thirty I decide to get out of bed and get some work done. I was working on a recipe for what I hope to be my own restaurant soon. I have been looking around for a few places to locate it, but so far I have seen nothing yet, so I just keep looking. I have been working on my menu however and it is starting to look quite amazing. As a proud Italian girl, it is full of Italian dishes. Instead of homey dishes like a plate full of pasta, I have altered things so it is now haute cuisine. 

"Why the hell are you up so early?" Dad asks when he comes downstairs at eight o'clock and I'm busy making some breakfast. 

"I couldn't sleep anymore. My mind was going too fast to even think of sleeping after I woke up." He nods and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Do you want a cup of coffee?" Dad nods and I take a mug and fill it up with the coffee I just brewed. I put it in front of him as he sits at the dinner table. 

"Thank you darling." I smile at dad and then take two plates and put the breakfast I just cooked on it and then put them on a tray and take that. "Are you going to spoil him?" Dad and Pierre met last night and they got along great. "He is a nice lad." I smile. "Go and give him his breakfast." 

"Jealous dad?" I grin and dad nods. "Next time I'll make you some as well," I promise before heading up the stairs and walking into the guestroom. We stayed at my parents' house seeing it was late when we decided to go home and we didn't feel like driving to my place. "Morning." I give Pierre a soft kiss on his cheek after setting the tray down and I sat down on the bed. 

"Morning." He sits up straight and gives me a kiss, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt for the millionth time since the whole 'kitchen scene'.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! MAY EVERYONE HAVE A GREAT YEAR AND MAY YOUR WISHES COME TRUE.