I woke up to a sharp noise coming from the kitchen along with a loud "Fuck". Ryan's definitely up to something. I sit up and check my phone. It's 13:08AM.
Babe are you okay? -i yell making sure Ryan was allright and didn't burn the kitchen down.
Yeah I'm just making some-- ouch I hate cooking... - he yells back
I giggle and get out of bed heading towards the kitchen. As I walk in I see Ryan making pancakes dripping oil everywhere. I walk up behind him and I slowly put my arms around his waist putting my head on his shoulder. He looks at me kissing my forehead.
Hey- he whispers. Hey-i whisper back.
I let go of his waist and hop on the table, watching him do his thing. After a few minutes he turns around with a plate full of pancakes in his hand. He smirkes holding up the plate: Brunch Babe?
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