dreams of girls and domesticity [wlw oneshots]

02 - breakfast

Early in the morning, no sooner than 8 o'clock, I stand in our kitchen, ingredients all laid out on the counter. A sweet aroma fills the small space as I attempt to fix together some blueberry pancakes, a household favourite; not yours nor I's, but our cat adores it. We never give her too much, but a small pancake especially for her is more than enough to make her happy. As though she can sense what I'm preparing, she weaves herself in between my ankles. I toss a small blueberry on the ground for her to snack on to keep her pleased for the moment.

Quietly, I finish mixing the batter together and begin frying the pancakes, careful not to burn myself accidentally as I tend to do. The sound of sizzling grows louder, and I hope it doesn't wake you. My plan was to let you sleep in, then surprise you with breakfast and coffee. However, my plan goes out the window as I hear your footsteps along the creaky wooden floor.

I wipe my messy hands on the pink apron adorned around my waist as I rush to give you a good-morning kiss. I mumble how sorry I am to have woken you up, but you just smile and shake your head before returning the kiss. You tell me that there's no better way to start the day than helping me out with breakfast as you give me one last kiss on the cheek before gently taking the spatula out of my hand.

Perhaps my plan to surprise you with breakfast in bed had been ruined, but this was definitely not a worse scenario. Planning to finish cooking breakfast together... I loved this idea just as much.