Prompt: It's morning. Ugh. And your character has woken up on the wrong side of the bed and there is a hitch in the morning routine. (Up to 300 words). We're gonna need a bigger pot of coffee over here guys.
My Word Count: 300
Pairing(s): None.
Character(s): Phoenix Wright, Trucy Wright
Phoenix groaned and turned over, peeling the sheets from his skin. The fan on high across the room hadn't done much to help him cool down throughout the night. It wasn't a fun way to wake up. Too bad the repairman wouldn't be in until Monday to fix the air conditioning.
He glanced at his alarm clock. It was almost 9 am, which meant Trucy would be up and expecting breakfast soon too. He sighed. He'd better start cooking now, while the heat in the kitchen was still bearable.
He slipped on a t-shirt and left his bedroom, realizing as he stepped into the hall that he could already smell something cooking. He hurried to the kitchen to find little Trucy standing on her tippy toes at the stove, the pan she was holding onto wobbling unsteadily.
He felt a jolt of fear go through him, and she turned when she heard him approaching, only for him to reach out and grab her shoulder, pulling her away from the stove quickly.
"Trucy! What are you doing?" he asked her, turning the stove off.
She stared up at him fearfully. "I was going to make breakfast. I knew you were in a bad mood last night. I thought you'd like it. I cooked for my other daddy all the time…"
Phoenix sighed, feeling bad about his outburst. "Sorry if I scared you, sweetie. I appreciate the gesture, really. But if you want to cook something, tell me first so I can supervise, okay? I'm sure you're capable," he said, before she could protest, "but what if something happened and I wasn't here?"
Trucy nodded. "I'm sorry."
He wrapped an arm around her. "It's okay. How about we finish this up and eat?"
She smiled up at him. "Sounds good, Daddy."