Welcome Home//Rick Sanchez X Reader

8) Bacon Pancakes

You slowly wake up. You blink a few times and yawn, sitting up straight. You look next to you, seeing no one laying next to you.

Your heart falls. You sigh, thinking Rick left again, but you light up once you hear the shower go on. You throw the blankets off you, slowly creeping into your bathroom.

It's been three days since you and Rick started living together again. You and him brought his stuff, unpacked and basically acted like teenagers for a few hours.

The Beths and grandchildren weren't home, so it was easy to leave. Jerry was there though, but he wasn't mad and didn't even shed a tear.

Yeah, he was a bit upset that you told him to stop calling you 'mommy', but he understood.

You lightly giggle, taking off your pajamas and underwear as you sneak closer to the shower, being hidden by the steam.

You jump in and spin Rick around, kissing him sweetly. Rick chuckles after pulling away.

"Morning, marshmallow." Rick starts washing himself with some soap and a cloth. You just slide to the shower head to get soaked, wetting your wings and hair.

"Good morning, honeybee." Rick kisses you before rinsing himself off "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" Rick looks at you with a confused expression, shrugs, then continues rinsing.

You lift up the shampoo bottle and squirt some of the gooey substance into your hand. You pull Rick down and start scrubbing his hair.

"Noooo!" Rick 'shouts', chuckling as he leans down in a more comfortable way, also in a way that he can look at your body. sneaky.

"Baby, you can't just walk around with fucking dirty hair." you lecture, massaging Rick's sculp "You've got great hair, keeping it dirty is disgusting, ok? At least wash your hair once a month or something."

"What if I wash my hair when I feel it's really dirty?" you sigh andhum in response, agreeing with Rick. You rinse Rick's hair off and apply some conditioner.

Remember that Rick from the council of Ricks? The one with the great hair? Well, Rick's hair looks a little like that, but just wet and better.

"Ok, so, this is leave in conditioner, no need to rinse your hair." you state as you begin washing yourself. Rick wraps his arms around your waist, gently kissing your shoulder.

"Missed these shower sections of ours." Rick states, kissing your cheek and neck.

"Me too." you turn around and kiss Rick deeply before jumping out of the shower, drying yourself off with your towel.

You tie your hair into space buns and walks back into your room. Rick dries off after turning the shower off.

He dries his hair with his towel and wraps the towel around his waist. Rick ruffles his hair, scratching his sculp to make his hair go back to his normal spiky look.

You throw on pajama shorts and put on a big gray and white stripped sweater, letting it hang over your shoulder.

You put on a pair of wooly black socks. Rick puts on his normal outfit as you blow dry your hair and wings, not even bothering to brush through, 'cause why should you?

You make your way downstairs, taking out some pancake mix.

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You pour some of  the pancake mixture into two pans, making pancakes for breakfast. Rick stumbles down the stairs and goes to the fridge, taking out whiskey.

You carry on with the cooking, humming the beat to a song that's been stuck in your head for a while.

"I know, I know you belooong to sooomebody neeeew, but toniiiight you belooong to meee." you sing softly, in a high tone.