The Perfect Breakfast
Ziggy
Donna leaned back against the propped-up pillows as the Doctor placed the fully laden tray over her lap. A single purple rose, the Gallifreyan symbol of love, from one of the TARDIS's gardens was in a bud vase in one corner, a pot of tea with a delicate matching cup and saucer took up another corner, while the rest of the space was occupied by a large covered plate.
Smiling, Donna watched as, with a flourish, the Time Lord removed the metal cover to reveal the meal beneath: burnt sausage; half-cooked bacon; toast smothered with a purple-colored jam-like concoction and way too much honey dripping off the edges; green eggs, fried, with bits of yellow shell and something the redhead wasn't even about to guess stirred within; a bowl of porridge with a generous dollop of what appeared to be peanut butter on top; and, finally, what Donna guessed were English kippers but didn't quite match the description of what she'd seen on Earth. Pieces of sliced banana were generously scattered over the entire plate.
The Doctor winked, grinning widely.
"Let me guess," Donna commented, maintaining her smile, "you did this all by yourself!"
"Yep!" A beat, then, "Well, I had a little help."
"Oh, really?" Donna asked the speaker in mock surprise.
A nod of the head. "Uh huh. Daddy helped me. Some. With the 'nanas." A little girl, proudly holding out a card, climbed into the bed. "It's okay, isn't it?"
Donna took the large card that proclaimed "Happy Mohter's Day" in various crayon colors on the cover, then hugged her young daughter. She smiled at her mate and lover before kissing the crimson head. "It's just perfect, sweetheart!"
8/20/09
Response to LJ's doctor_donna drabble challenge prompt "perfect"