One making awful breakfast for the other and the other eating it because they appreciate it that much
Typically, if Brendan was going to serve up breakfast in bed, he'd nip over to the cafe and buy it, but for some reason he'd decided to rustle something up himself. He wasn't a bad cook exactly, he'd proven that at the restaurant and whenever he persuaded Ste to let him make another crème brûlée, but Ste wasn't exactly sure what the green and yellow half-circles on the plates were supposed to be, or if they were edible,
"Morning Steven," Brendan greeted with a warm smile, adopting that tone for Ste's name that always managed to send a wave of heat through the younger man,
"What's this?" Ste asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly as Brendan placed the tray on Ste's legs and shed his apron before climbing back into bed.
"Its breakfast Steven, surely you of all people should know what that is," Brendan jabbed Ste lightly in the ribs with an elbow, smirking as he got comfy and reclaimed his breakfast from Ste's lap,
"Oh ha-ha," he mocked, pulling a face, "I know that, but ya cooked, why?" he watched in dismay as Brendan ceased the shovelling of food into his maw, clearly offended,
"I'm hurt Steven, do I need a reason?" he asked, Ste shrugging lamely, "If you don't want it, I'll eat it," he stabbed at Ste's breakfast with his fork but Ste smacked his hand away,
"Oi that's mine!" he protested, "Gerroff you, I want it, it looks well nice," he lied, it looked sort of okay at best. Brendan shrugged and went back to tucking into his own food with an odd look on his face, leaving Ste to slowly pick at the eggy mess on his plate whilst he tried to work out what the special occasion was.
He'd figured out as he ate that the green was broccoli, slightly undercooked broccoli, and Brendan mumbled somewhere along the line that it was a frittata and there was green pepper in there too, which Ste figured were the bits burned beyond recognition. It wasn't good at all, but he was charmed by Brendan and how he'd gone to the effort to cook him something fancy for breakfast, even if he'd not done the best of jobs and should've stuck to his famous fry up instead.
He cleared the plate, swallowing down the last morsel and hoping he didn't look too relieved to be finished, Brendan moved beside him, climbing out of bed with plate in hand, Ste enjoying the sight of his boyfriend in that dumb moustache covered underwear he had bought him for Christmas. He knew he looked like a dope as he gazed up at Brendan, tongue caught between his teeth in a grin, smiling broader when Brendan turned to take his plate, leaning down to capture Ste's lips in a slow kiss. Brendan was smiling back at him when they parted,
"Oh, by the way," he rumbled against Ste's lips, "happy anniversary Steven," he uttered, standing up straight and watching Ste's reaction. Ste felt his mouth gape, eyes wide as his mind reeled and he tried to remember what day it was, he didn't have to think for long though, having just pegged that it was June, which was nowhere near their anniversary, when Brendan began laughing at him.
"Shut up!" Ste barked, folding his arms over his chest, "Yer a right nob," he huffed, Brendan had stopped laughing now,
"You're too easy Steven, too easy," he chided,
"So what is the occasion then?" Ste asked, he still felt like he was missing something,
"No occasion, saw it on the telly," Brendan shrugged, "Tasted like shite though… might've been cause I cooked it," he chuckled, opening fire on his own cooking, which meant Ste was safe to criticise it too,
"It was pretty rank," Ste grinned, all cheek even as Brendan leant in and curled the fingers of his free hand in the front of Ste's white t-shirt,
"Careful Steven, I know where you sleep," he warned, though there was a curl to his lips and twin creases at the corners of his eyes that said he was playing,
"Wait, that weren't you tryin' to kill me?" Ste grinned, poking his tongue out, beaming when Brendan kissed him again,
"You're lucky I love you," Brendan sighed against his mouth, it was an accidental admission, given the way Brendan stiffened, but Ste's response had him easing up again.
"Love you too," Ste smiled sweetly at him, watching as Brendan left the bedroom with the tray of empty plates, making a mental note to cook the frittata properly for Brendan some time.