A Business Pleasure

Chapter 8: How much?

Wow else loved this episode of chums^^^^ When Ant and Dec were married😍

"Now flip it once and you're done."

"Flipping- shit!"

Ant quickly took the frying pan from Cat and righted the omelette before sliding it onto a plate and handing it to him, "You're nearly got it! One more time and you should cinch it."

"Who knew making an omelette could be that hard?" Cat grumbled, taking a seat at the table.

"Making an omelette is easy. Making a good omelette is hard," Ant responded, quickly cracking two more eggs into the pan.

"Morning," Dec yawned as he entered the dining room, flopping into a chair and placing his head in his hands.

"Morning," Anthony responded with a bright smile, admiring how adorable the businessman looked in the morning, with his ruffled up hair and moody pout. "There's coffee in the jug on the table, juice in the fridge and toast in the toaster. Your eggs and bacon are nearly done and your vitamins are in the bowl in front of you."

Dec blinked for a second before slowly going to all the places Ant rattled off, "Have you been doing everything? Where's Bruce?"

"He has a nasty cold, so I told him to rest," Ant answered, placing a plate with eggs and bacon in front of Dec, "I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Not at all," Dec blinked again, "You're the one working, shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Oh, I enjoy cooking," Ant grinned and then looked over at Cat, "I also accept praise."

"Perfection as usual," She responded, shoveling in another forkful, "And the fact that I made it makes it so much sweeter."

"I think that the sweetness is due to your inability to distinguish between the salt and the sugar," Ant responded dryly.

Dec laughed and, at Cat's glare, began to start on his own breakfast. As usual, it seemed to be getting better and tastier as Ant's cooking abilities become even better each day. His instance on always cooking for everyone at every meal resulted in a bucket-load of practice and his and Cat's previous tendency of always eating out or ordering in had become virtually nil.

"Dec, why aren't you dressed yet?" Ant asked, finally noticing Dec's attire of a robe and his sleep pants.

"It's Saturday. I have the day off, remember?" Dec raised an eyebrow, taking another bite.

"It's Saturday. You have a meeting with the Board today, remember?" Ant retorted, raising an eyebrow back.

They smaller man looked up at the clock on the wall, then at the calendar before letting out a loud 'Crap!' and dashing up to his room, shucking his robe on the way and was fiddling with the tie on his pants as he ran up the stairs.

Cat shook her head with a giggle as Ant picked up the discarded robe, folding it neatly, "When will he ever learn?"

"Not today, that's for sure. He ran into the spare room and threw his pants out the door."

"......Tell me when he's gone to his room. I don't want to see my best friend's naked ass."

"He's gone!"

"Good.....GAH!"

"Oops, I lied!"

"Anthony! I'm going to kill you!"

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Dec thunked his head on his keyboard, ignoring the protesting beeps and simply wondering if he could sue his Board of Directors for being the reason he was stuck in his office on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.