Steven woke up to the sound of banging pots and pans. It wasn't even 6 am yet. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Groaning, he shifted to face Wallace's side of the bed, only to be met with empty sheets and a disheveled pillow. Furrowing his eyebrows, Steven slipped out of bed and slightly cringed in surprise as his feet hit the cold stone floor.
The sound was definitely coming from the kitchen. He thought, scratching the back of his head. I wasn't imagining things after all. Making his way to the kitchen, Steven ran his hand through his messy bed head in order to get it from hanging in his face and blinding him while he walked. He froze on the spot when he reached his destination. Wallace was bent down and rummaging through the cabinets where all the pans and pots were kept. He was wearing one of Steven's sweatpants, which were hanging low on his hips, and his boxer shorts were definitely poking out, making Steven blush uncontrollably. His cheeks were a fiery red. Steven's eyes travelled all the way up to Wallace's head, and he just had to smile at the perfectly combed teal hair that he'd grown to love over the years.
Steven cleared his throat, which caused Wallace to smack his head against the inside of the cabinet. "Ow! For fucks sake, Steven."
Laughing, Steven's hand flew to his lips, trying to cover up his laugh, but immediately failed to do so. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"
Wallace slowly backed out of the cupboard, rubbing the top of his head. "Yeah," he said with a hint of irony. "Thanks for almost given me a heart attack. Besides, why the fuck are you not in bed sleeping?"
"Why am I n- How can I sleep when there's such a ruckus coming out of the damn kitchen?" He said, confused.
Wallace sighed, his hands falling to the sides. "I was actually trying to make a surprise birthday cake for your birthday today but you can see how that fucking turned out…" He said, slightly frustrated. "Who could've known it would be so hard?" Continuing to mumble underneath his breath.
Steven smiled. "Really?" He moved closer to Wallace, cupping his face in his warm hands. "I guess, I've ruined the surprise then, eh?" Steven said softly, placing a gentle kiss on Wallace's nose. Wallace closed his eyes, soaking in all the attention. "Maybe if you'd been quieter, I wouldn't have woken up." Steven said, teasing his boyfriend. Wallace smacked him on the shoulder for that. Steven simply laughed, brushing away the burning sensation.
As he looked at Wallace, who was covered in flour, his heart melted a little. No one ever cared for him enough to ever bake a cake for him. His father usually just ordered something at the local bakery, invited all his company colleagues and it would inevitably turn into a business meeting. His mother was never around, so he never learned how to bake a cake for himself. He usually just grabbed a piece and ended up alone in his bedroom.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Did I hurt you?" Wallace said, concerned, snapping Steven back into the present.
"No. No, it's nothing." He said, smiling, squeezing Wallace's hand. "You did nothing wr- This is just the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. So, thank you."