Lauren Lopez X Reader One-Shots |Requests Open!!|

Breakfast In Bed?

My eyes slowly but surely opened to a light kiss on the cheek. Cynthia was an early bird, directing the American Spy Operatives and all.

“Good morning, babe,” She whispered in my ear.

“Ugghh. Too early,” I groaned, shutting my eyes.

“You say that every morning, darling.” She chuckled, an airy sound I would not mind hearing more often. I felt the bed shift as she got up, heading to the bathroom to get ready.

“That’s ‘cause it is early every morning!” I called to the bathroom, placing a pillow over my head to block out the light.

“Well I’m sorry, dear, but you’re going to have to put up with it, being my girlfriend and all. As an apology, can I offer you a surprise?” I immediately lifted myself up, disregarding the pillow, to look at my girlfriend’s beautiful, smirking face. She was out of her pajamas, but in casual clothing, instead of her work clothes.

“What’s the surprise?” She stood in front me, tilting my chin up with her thumb and forefinger. I caught a mischievous glint in her eye and knew I was in for a treat.

“I’m off today, love.” She pecked my lips and walked away, calling behind her, “I’m making you breakfast in bed. Stay. Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be back before you know it.” Her tone was firm and commanding, but had a warmth to it that she didn’t use on anyone but me.
I waited for a good minute or two. But impatient as ever, I grew restless, pulling the comforter up over my nose to prevent any scents from luring me down towards the kitchen. It was the last straw when I started to smell bacon, I could almost see her tiny frame standing over the stove, pressing a spatula down into the meat - she never was a patient person when it came to cooking. I stood up as silently as I could, trying my best not to alert Cynthia.

Drawn by the smell of fat sizzling on our oventop griddle, a gift from her work friend Curt, I eased my weight off of the bed and made my way over to the kitchen, each footstep carefully placed so as not to let Cynthia know I had disobeyed her. Cynthia could cook like no other.

Rounding the hallway, I saw my girlfriend, her back facing me, messing with the stove. I watched her graceful movements for a moment; she seemed to be almost dancing as she hummed something soft yet sharp. She let out a sigh and I immediately froze - she knew I was there.

“You’re very loud, you know.” She spoke up, stilling facing away from me. I flinched and hid behind the wall of the hallway. How did she hear me? God, I was so silent…

“You’ll make it worse for yourself if you don’t speak up,” She called behind her. Maybe if I just sort of backed away and headed back to bed, I’d get away with it?

“(Y/N). Come out here. Now.” She spoke sternly. This time she was turned around as I slowly stepped out from behind the wall, a nervous smile on my face. She looked serious. I mean, she was always serious. But this time was scarier than normal. A hand on her hip, eyebrows furrowed, she tapped her foot before letting out a heavy sigh.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

I nodded.

“And what did you do?” The tendons underneath her chin visibly tensed as she took a step toward me.

“I got up?” I fumbled with my hair, not making eye contact.

Cynthia clicked her tongue, “Don’t say it like a question. What did you do?”

“I’m sorry, it just smelled so good,” I spoke in an almost whisper, staring at the slippers I had ‘accidentally’ stolen from her.

“I don’t care if your favorite food in the whole world is standing in the doorway begging you to get up, when I tell you to do something I expect you to do it. Back to bed.” Her tone was full of something that wasn’t quite anger, but somehow worse. I couldn’t meet her eyes, I just knew that I would completely lose control if I saw the way she was looking at me. I turned toward the staircase and bolted up, barely able to hold the tears in until I reached our bed and fell onto the sheets.

It felt like hours before I heard the door creak open and I had worked myself into a panic attack. I was so afraid she was angry with me, I couldn’t lose her. Why couldn’t I have just listened to her? Where was my self control?

I felt the bed dip ever so slightly as she eased herself down onto the bed, and then, all of a sudden, I heard a gasp. “(Y/N)? What is it, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?”

“Nothing, it’s fine,” I managed to choke out between sobs, “I’m just you know- I'm fine.”

“That is not true and you know it. You are not fine, what is going on?”

“You were upset with me. I’m really, really sorry, please don’t-” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence before she enveloped me in a hug, whispering little shushing sounds into my hair between little kisses.

“I am so sorry I yelled at you, love. I wasn’t really upset with you, I just wanted you to listen. I didn’t know it would hurt your feelings that badly.”

“No no it’s not your fault, you didn’t know. It’s just, my last girlfriend when she would get mad at me, she, um,” I couldn’t finish; I just looked into Cynthia’s eyes, desperately hoping I wouldn’t have to explain. Her fists clenched around my shirt let me know that she understood completely, though.

“I will never, ever so much as raise my voice at you again, (Y/N). That’s a promise.” There was a comfortable pause as I snuggled up to her, closing my eyes while she pet my hair, “Do you feel calm enough to eat? I made extra bacon for you,” she coaxed. Just having her there with me had allowed me to relax almost fully, and I sat up eagerly.

“Yes, please.” She reached over and grabbed the plates she’d prepared, precariously piled with bacon, waffles, hashbrowns, and scrambled eggs, and placed the one with more bacon on my lap.

I dug in, not realising how hungry I was, until I finished swallowing the last bit of food.

“Someone was hungry weren't they?” She chuckled, taking my plate and placing it on the bedside table, as she slowly continued. We made small talk as we put on Disney Plus. Surprisingly, she loved Disney.

Cynthia spoke up when she finally finished her breakfast, “I’m going to put these in the sink. Do you think you can actually stay here this time?” She smiled, as I nodded, and kissed my forehead.

She climbed into bed once she got back, “What do you wanna watch? It’s your choice today.”

“The Lion King!!” I eagerly suggested. Cynthia grabbed the remote and turned on the movie.

“Alright, come here…” She whispered with open arms. I scooched in happily and laid my head on her lap.

As I listened to the opening number of one of my favorite movies, I felt her hand slide up and down my back, soothingly. For a moment, everything was quiet and peaceful. I felt myself drifting off in the calm. As my eyes closed slowly, I heard my girlfriend whisper to me.

“God, I love you so much, baby.”

I smiled to myself. Everything just felt so right in the world right then.

This one was also co-written by my best friend and co-writer (not on wattpad  and prefers anonymity) they've helped me a shit ton with the past few stories so props to them!!! <3