A/N: Sooooooo? Did you miss me? Because I think you may have missed me. God knows I've missed you. Even though it's only been a couple weeks since we last talked. I'll talk NaNoWriMo stats later. Just know that I did very well this year and that'll start going up on FictionPress…Probably at the beginning of next year like I did with last year's project. Now, do we really need all that much of a recap? For those catching up in real time, when we last left off, Jumin met MC's parents. The reception seemed to go well. And it did go well. Her dad likes him. Her mom likes him…a little too much. But can you blame her? It's Jumin. He does have a certain charm to him. Now that we're all caught up, how about we get to this week's chapter? Sound like a plan? Hell of a plan, Lumi. Thank you, Lumi. Shall we then?

Just when I had myself convinced that it never happened, here it was. Just when I think he never slept in, Jumin slept so peacefully under me while Elizabeth III slept in a little ball of poof next to him. Aww…They were both so cute. I thought about going back to sleep, too, but I was too wide awake. Maybe if I can slide out of his arms…Slowly, but surely, I got Jumin to let me go. Rest well, sweet prince. Because your weekend girlfriend is feeling a little grumbly and you bitch at her for not eating. Let's see. What kind of spoils awaited me in Jumin's kitchen cabinets? Probably the good shit.

He didn't have much for anything quick, so a bowl of cereal was out of the question. Looks like I'll have to cook. That's ok. It's not like I couldn't. When I was younger, I used to cook with my dad every weekend. I had this. Jumin had milk, flour, eggs…Ooh! And a waffle iron! Hell yeah! I'm making waffles! And look who came to help! Good morning, Elizabeth. The little angel jumped up onto the island. I gave her a little scratch on her head, making her arch her back. So, I kept going down her spine. She'd glare at me if I stopped and my heart can't handle that.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth," I kept my voice down, so I didn't wake her daddy in the bedroom, "I'd love nothing more than to keep petting you, but I'm hungry and I'm sure Daddy is going to want some of these, too. So, can I go back to cooking please?"

Elizabeth understood, releasing me from my civic duty. I gave her a little kiss on her nose and got back to work. She really is a good kitty. I don't see what Jaehee's problem is. Maybe she just doesn't understand how Elizabeth works. Then again, I've always said that anyone who can manage Apollo could manage anything. I miss my good boy. Nevertheless, I had waffle batter to go in the iron.

As I waited for them to cook, I scoured through Jumin's fridge for toppings. I really didn't want to have to go to the grocery store before Jumin wakes up. The possibility of him waking up while I'm gone worried me. I wouldn't want him to think I was leaving for good. Even if I left a note, I have a feeling he'd get the wrong idea. I liked being around him. At work, at home. It didn't matter. Something about being around Jumin put me at ease. I can work with what I've got, can't I? There may be some slim pickings, though. Jumin needed to go grocery shopping something fierce. This fridge was practically a ghost town.

I can make do. Improvisation is the secret weapon against adversity. Jumin had sugar and water. With that, I could make a simple syrup. If he had any kind of berries, I could make this work. He had cherries in the freezer, but I'd rather something a little fresher than that. Come on, Jumin's fridge. Don't let me down. Then, in a glimmer of hope, light emanated off a small carton hiding in the back. Blackberries! I never thought I'd be so happy to see blackberries in my life. I dropped a handful of them in to my bubbling sugar and water mixture on the stove and took my first round of waffles out of the iron.

But I feel like this could be better. The syrup was missing something. Don't get me wrong. The blackberry flavor was there, but not as much as it could be. It was definitely missing something. I needed something that would push the flavor up just a little bit. But I'm completely stumped. Well…When it doubt, call the only person I knew that would be able to get me out of this.

"Hey, baby," my dad's voice boomed from my phone's speaker, "What's up?"

"I'm in the middle of making breakfast," I began, "And I need something to bump the flavor of blackberries. I'm drawing a blank and need some help."

"I'm on my way," he insisted, "You're at home, right?"

"No!" I stopped him, "Actually, I'm at Jumin's and he's still asleep. I kind of wanted to surprise him with breakfast, so you don't need to come over. Just tell me what to do."

"You're at Jumin's?" Dammit. That's what he takes away from that? Not that I'm asking him for help, but that his adult daughter is spending the night with her boyfriend?

"Yes," I rolled my eyes, "I'm standing in his kitchen as we speak. And if I'm not careful, he might get me pregnant from this distance."

"Alright, smartass," Dad lightened up, "Message received. Now, what'd you say you had, blackberry?"

"Yeah." Thank God…

"Does he have any mint?" he asked, "Mint and blackberry make a hell of a combination."

"Hold on," I checked the cabinets for any semblance of spices. Nothing, "Sorry, Dad. I don't have any mint on hand."

"Not even peppermint tea?" Dad suggested, "That'll work in a pinch."

"Tea, tea…" I looked again. Bingo! "I have tea."

"Brew it," he ordered, "And brew it strong. I'd say let it steep for at least ten minutes with a couple bags. But be careful. Too much and it'll thin out your syrup. Too little and the flavor won't come across. Let me know how it turns out."

"I will," I smiled, "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, MC…" That came out of two different mouths and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

"I have to go," I hung up my phone quickly and slid it onto the counter, "Hey."

"What do you think you're doing, young lady?" Jumin sat at the island.

"Making breakfast," I took the last of the waffles out of the iron.

"Why?"

"Because I'm hungry," I pointed out, getting a couple of tea bags out of the box, "And in order for me to eat anything, I have to make it. Then, I can put it in my mouth and sustain myself for another day."

"You shouldn't have to do this," Jumin put his foot down, "This isn't the way I thought our morning would start."

"Well, sue me," I shrugged, starting on the tea, "I got hungry and you slept in."

"If I actually did sue you for this," he pulled me over the island, getting a more proper good morning kiss from me, "You do realize I'd be able to bury you to the point where your great grandchildren would feel it, right?"

"I know," I smiled innocently, "But I also know better. You wouldn't do that to me."

"Of course not," Jumin admitted, "I had all intentions of taking you out this morning, but someone decided to take matters into her own hands. I didn't even know I owned a waffle iron."

"Well, you do," I chirped, "And as much as I do like going out with you, I was thinking we could stay in. It's all rainy and icky outside and I'd rather not go anywhere we don't have to."

"So, what you're saying," he thought, "is that we should stay home today?"

"Can we?"

"I don't see why not," Jumin allowed, "Blame it on the weather, but I'm feeling kind of lazy today, too. It's not often, but sometimes, it's nice to stay home."

"Good," I beamed, "Now, do you want any or no?"

"You did go through the trouble," he hid a smile from me, "I guess so. There's whipped cream in the door."

You're shitting me…With the amount of times I've been in and out of this fridge, you're telling me there's been whipped cream in the door the whole time? Sure enough. A bright red can sat in the door. And I've never felt so dumb. Well, I guess we could do that, too, "I got blackberry syrup on the stove, too, if you want any."

"That does sound good," Jumin approved, "Go ahead. Surprise me."

I stirred in the freshly brewed peppermint tea very carefully and got it to render down just enough to pour it over our waffles. Damn, MC. Can you cook or can you cook? This looked absolutely delightful. Almost to the point where we had to slap the NSFW label on it. These were some sexy looking waffles. And now, they're going to go into my belly.

"Well?" I mumbled through a mouthful of the most perfect waffles I've ever made in my life, "Did I do good?"

"You did fantastically," Jumin let out a little moan. And I took that as a sign of a job well done, "Why am I just now finding out you can cook, MC?"

"You never asked," I argued, "I'd be more than happy to do this for you anytime."

"You don't ever need to," he reiterated, "But I may need to recruit you for catering purposes for upcoming events. Are you available?"

"Depends," I teased, "Are you paying me overtime?"

"I like you, MC," Jumin smirked, "Can I keep you?"

"As long as you want to," I allowed, quickly biting my tongue after that. I realize he was being flirty, but Jumin being flirty and Jumin being literal was a very fine line to walk over a pit of sharks. If he had his way, I don't think Jumin would ever let me leave. I needed to draw my own lines before he got the wrong idea, "But I do want to go check in on my big baby after breakfast, if that's ok."

"That's fine with me," he ran his fork around the plate, finishing the last bit of syrup off, "I really do admire your commitment to your dog, MC. It's very sweet."

"It's not much different from you and Elizabeth." Speaking of the poofy angel, she rubbed her face on my shin. Well, it's nice to have my sous chef back. I scooped her up into my arms without another thought. She started rubbing her face on mine, "Hello, sweetheart. Oh, Apollo's going to hate me when I come in. I'm going to smell like kitty and food and he won't be able to have any."

"Hurry and finish up," Jumin put his plate in the sink, "If we're going to be lazy today, we better get what we need to done while I still have the energy. And I have a feeling that once we end up in that shower together, I'm not going to want to move."

"I could always go to my place by myself," I suggested, Elizabeth escaping my loving embrace, "That's not totally out of the question. I'm sure Driver Kim would take me."

"In these mean streets," he wrapped his arms around my waist, nestling his face in my neck, "I don't think so. I wouldn't let you out of my sight until I saw you in that building. If I knew Yoosung would be out of your apartment, I'd take you right to your apartment."

"Appreciated, but unnecessary," I kissed his cheek, "I'm a big girl, too, Jumin. I'll be fine."

"Alright then," Jumin gave me a little swat on my ass, "I'll be in there in a minute."

Someone wanted to play rough today. And I'm not complaining. I'm totally here for it. There may be a kinkier core to Jumin that I'm finally getting to see. First, he responded to me saying daddy. That caught me off guard and I'd be lying if I said I hated it. It would've been better if my biological father wasn't on the phone, but I'll take what I can get. And what I was about to get was a shower with my boyfriend. I sure as hell wasn't complaining about that.

A/N: It's going to be a bit of time before I get back in the swing of things, guys. It's been a while for me. Cut me some slack. But it's so good to be back. I missed this. But! You know what else? Jumin. Pay attention to Jumin in this chapter. Because that's going to come back for MC. And shit's going to start going down. Now, next week, there's going to be a little bit of a monkey wrench thrown into their relationship. And you'll see that when the time is right.

Oh…? You want to hear about my NaNoWriMo experience? It's nice to creatively purge my soul once in a while and that's what NaNo's for. But I came in with a little over 100,000 words. I hit the 50K mark on the 8th. I set out to kick ass and take names and I did. Hot damn, did I ever. Yes, it's going on FictionPress for those of you curious. I'll start posting it at the beginning of the year, if that's alright with you. Hell, I might even start posting it as early as Thursday. It's not like I have anything to post on Thursdays anymore. But I will once the first of the year hits. For now, I'm going to use that as an empty day to do whatever I damn well please. That spot on the Compound is still under construction. But for now, I'm going to get my head start on tomorrow's update for Ouran and get some well-deserved sleep. See you next chapter! xx