He sat there. Eyes closed. Breathing heavily. How could he not know? Not know what he did to me? When he smiles i look at him and think, how? How did i get so lucky?
He open his eyes then looked at me. "Breakfast babe?" I said as I stood up. "Whats cooking?" "Pancakes" "Mm" I walked over to the small stove in the kitchen and put the pan on. The batter sizzled on the hot pan. The aroma was vanilla with chocolate chip. Just the way he liked them. Before I could think another thought an arm wrapped around me. "Yum" He smirked. His hand moved closer to the finished pancakes, still hot. I slapped him with the spatula. "Ow!" "That's what you get! No sneak previews!" "Okay, Okay." He then took a chair and waited patiently like a puppy waiting for kibble. I served him he plate and he greedily took a huge bite. "Thanks love." "Mhmm" I join him after fixing my own plate. And that is the perfect breakfast.