A/N I really like master chef so I can't help to write this. Lovepeachy and Camila.ski, Elsa is not chubby or pregnant. Jack just being silly. Okay, go straight to the story. Enjoy!

Kristoff yawned wide as he descended the stairs. From the end of the stairs he could see his wife in the kitchen was preparing something. His stomach automatically rumbled at the thought of having breakfast in a moment. He smiled broadly when he entered the kitchen area and greeted his beloved wife.

"Good morning, Honey." Kristoff booped Anna's nose and stood beside her.

"Hey! Good morning, Kristoff." Anna answered with a giggle, while her hands were busy stirring something in the bowl. "Look. I have prepared a bowl of porridge for you." She pointed the bowl on the table.

Kristoff beamed and rubbed both of his hands enthusiastically. "Really?" And he threw his fist into the air when Anna nodded her head. "Yes!"

"Come on, sit down and try this." Anna pulled one of the chairs and asked Kristoff to sit on it. And then she sat down next to him.

Kristoff did what he was told and grabbed the spoon. He took a spoonful of the porridge and the moment it touched his taste buds, his face turned green. He couldn't describe the taste of the porridge but one thing he was certain that he knew about the composition of the porridge was salt. Salt was the hero of the dish. Wait, there was one more strange taste that was so dominant, and he couldn't put his finger on it.

Kristoff cleared his throat. "Anna, will you get me some water, please?"

"Oh! Sure. Wait a moment." Anna got up from her seat and took a glass of water for Kritoff. She was very excited about this experimental recipe and hoped her husband would like it.

As soon as Kristoff received a glass of water from Anna, he immediately drank it and hoped that the strange sensation in his mouth could be swallowed into his stomach along with the water. And once his mouth cleared of the strange sensation earlier, he slowly pushed the bowl of porridge away from him. This action made Anna furrow her brows.

"Why don't you finish it?" Asked Anna a little confused.

"I'm full." Burp. "See." Burp again. Kristoff tried hard to make his face look convincing.

Anna pouted when a possibility crossed her mind. "It doesn't taste good, does it?"

"No, no, no. It's just that-"

Suddenly Anna took the bowl and scooped out its contents. She stuffed her mouth with it and instantly her face turned yellow. She immediately vomited it back into the bowl because she couldn't swallow it. She took Kristoff's glass of water and finished it. She just kept sticking out her tongue because of the strange sensation that didn't go away.

"That was horrible. Yikes!" Anna shuddered just remembering the taste.

Kritoff, feeling his wife's disappointment, tried to make her feel better. He took her hand and squeezed it lightly. "Hey, it's okay. Maybe your porridge doesn't taste good because you're tired. You can try to make it another time." He beamed when an idea across his mind. "Or, I am the one who will cook for you. It's weekend, honey. I'm free."

"Are you sure you can cook?" Anna was not sure if her husband could cook, because she never saw him cooking in the kitchen even for once.

Kristoff beaming face turned into less convincing grin. "No, I can't cook. But I can learn how to cook. Trust me."

"Good morning, Jack." Elsa was just getting ready to go to work and greet her husband who was sitting on the kitchen island, playing spoon and fork as if he were playing a drum. She wasn't feeling very well when she woke up this morning because she had an itchy throat, a congested nose and a slight dizziness.

She didn't pay much attention to her husband when she gave him a quick kiss on the temple and then got ready with her bag.

"I'm leaving for work, okay?" Elsa took her bag and was ready to leave when Jack called her.

"Really, Elsa? You just go, leaving for work?" Jack sounded disappointed and was no longer interested in playing his cutlery drum.

"Yeah, why?" Elsa was eager to go to work, finish her work quickly, go home and rest. She didn't remember resting properly these last few days.

"You didn't make breakfast for your husband first?" Asked Jack, raising his hands with the spoon and fork.

Elsa stared at her husband for a while and when she realized that he was serious about wanting breakfast, she put her bag back on the chair.

"Ugh, you're such a baby, baby." Elsa walked around the kitchen island and gave her husband a quick massage on his shoulders, making Jack grin widely, knowing that Elsa was going to make him breakfast.

Jack watched Elsa looking for something in the cupboard and his grin vanished when he knew what Elsa had taken from the cupboard. The red-blue box he hated the most.

"Okay. Here, Jack. Listen to me. How to make it you take two cups, you put it in the saucepan, you turn on the stove. You add water, sugar, milk, then you stir it, let it boil. And finally the oatmeal is ready. Okay?" Elsa explained, she didn't aware about Jack's reaction, who had now closed his eyes and pressed his fists with the spoon and fork over his closed eyelids.

"Elsa, Elsa." Jack pointed at Elsa with the spoon.

"What?"

"You have been three hundred forty thirty two times, Elsa, you explained to me how to make oatmeal using this, using that, add this, add that, but I never, Elsa, never liked to eat oatmeal and you knew that." Jack tried to reason by continuing to move his hand, with the spoon.

Elsa sighed, she really needed to go right now. "Then what do you want?" She then opened the cupboard again and took out a packet of instant noodles, and then she put it on the table right in front of Jack. "This. You know how to make it, right?"

"But I'm tired of eating it all the time."

"Then try to learn how to cook." Elsa was desperate to go to work immediately. She really wanted to start the day right away so that she could rest as quickly as possible. "Okay, Jack? I'm sorry, but I have to go. Bye." She gave Jack a quick kiss on the head and left before he interrupted her again.

Kristoff flipped through the newspaper pages looking for something. He was so serious about what he was doing that he didn't even notice that Jack had walked into his house and sat beside him. He sighed softly because he was already used to this neighbor and there was nothing more he could do. No matter how angry he was, Jack would still act normal like he really was, so he couldn't be angry with him for a long time. It was useless.

"Good morning, Neighbor." Greeted Kristoff without looking up from the newspaper.

Jack patted his stomach and his eyes glued to the kitchen. "Is there any breakfast left? I am starving."

Kristoff snapped his head towards Jack. This neighbor. He shook his head and returned to the newspaper. "No. No breakfast left."

Knowing there was no breakfast left, Jack looked away from the kitchen and then he sighed softly. "I haven't had breakfast, Kristoff. I asked Elsa to make me breakfast, instead, she told me to learn how to cook."

Now, Kristoff was interested. "Really? Elsa told you to learn how to cook?" He smiled widely and turned his butt so now, he was facing Jack. "What a coincidence. I also promised Anna that I will learn how to cook. Look, I'm looking for information on a cooking course." He showed Jack the newspaper.

Jack just glanced at the newspaper and felt that a cooking course was not a good idea. "Listen, the handsome, athletic and romantic young man. We don't need a cooking course. Because of what? Because cooking courses, are expensive. We can learn to cook by reading cookbooks. You know what I mean?"

Kristoff's forehead creased in thought. What Jack said made sense to him. By reading books, he didn't have to pay for a cooking instructor and by simply buying a cookbook, he would save a lot of money.

"Yes, yes. You're right. So, we're buying cookbooks? Alright, let's go. Let's buy cookbooks." Kristoff folded his newspaper and placed it on the table. He got ready to stand up when Jack gave him a strange look. "What? Come on. Let's buy the books."

"Nu-uh." Jack wagged his index finger. "We are not buying it. We are going to borrow it from the public library. It's free, Kristoff." Jack smiled triumphantly because he firmly believed that his idea was very good.

"I wonder if you've changed like Elsa. Thrifty." Kristoff giggled and before Jack protested, he added, "but that is a very good idea. Public library it is." He clapped his hands together.

"Okay, so, what time are we leaving?" Jack asked, looking at the wall clock.

"Hmm, what about afternoon. After lunch?"

Jack nodded his head and gave Kristoff a high five.

Jack looked up warily from his painting when he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. He remained in his position, didn't look away and was surprised to see Elsa with a flushed face walking into the living room.

"Elsa?" Jack asked in surprise. His hand stopped painting and his eyes followed Elsa who sat on the couch, putting her bag carelessly.

"Why are coming back? Are you done with your work? Ah, I know. You came back again because you felt guilty that you didn't make me breakfast, right?"

Elsa sighed softly and tried to remove the stiletto from her feet. "I didn't go to the client's office. On the road when I was driving I almost black out. Limp, dizzy." She closed her eyes and used both arms on the sofa to keep her body from falling when a wave of dizziness struck her again.

Jack sighed and his hand moved to paint again. "I told you, Elsa. You have to get used to always having breakfast before work, so that you have the energy. Breakfast is important, Elsa." Said Jack advisedly, continuing his painting.

"Gosh, Jack. I'm the one who's sick here. Don't lecture me. I'm sick, Jack. Really." Elsa rubbed her neck and was about to cry because Jack was lecturing her instead of comforting her.

Jack knew very well how spoiled Elsa was when she was sick. So, he put down his painting kit and walked over to Elsa.

"Okay, okay, okay. Jackson's wife is in the mood to be spoiled." He sat next to Elsa and started massaging Elsa's shoulder gently. But when his hand touched Elsa's upper arm which was not covered by the sleeveless dress she was wearing, Jack frowned.

"Elsa, I think you have a fever. Your body is hot. Seriously." Jack panicked because Elsa's body was really burning. He touched her neck, cheeks and forehead to make sure that Elsa really had a fever.

"I know." Elsa muttered and leaned slightly against Jack's, her dizziness was getting worse.

"Okay. Come on, you need to lie down. You don't have to think about work for a while, okay? Come on." Jack helped Elsa to her feet and was about to led her to their room but Elsa stayed put. "Honey? Let's get you to the bed."

"Carry me." Said Elsa begging. And saw Elsa's face flushed with fever, Jack did not have the heart to refuse.

"Oh, okay. Come here, love." Jack stood in front of Elsa and bent down.

Elsa's face frowned in confusion and when she understood Jack was going to give her a piggyback ride, she let out a desperate sigh.

"Jack, I'm wearing a pencil skirt! How can you piggyback me?" Elsa screamed in despair. Oh, her husband really frustrated her sometimes.

Jack got back up and turned around, eyed Elsa from head to toe. And he grinned innocently and scratched his head.

"Right, silly me. I'm sorry, darling." He then put one arm around Elsa's shoulder, put the other hand on the back of Elsa's knees and lifted her up.

Elsa sighed with satisfaction when she was now huddled in her husband's arms. She closed her eyes because in that way, her dizziness was a little bearable.

Jack stared at Elsa in his arms, and he was now really worried about her because he seemed to be carrying a frying pan that had just taken off the stove. Hot. He saw how pale Elsa's face right now, she had closed her eyes and frowned in pain. He did sometimes, not sometimes, but often annoyed his wife, but seeing her right now, his ideal husband mode is ON.

"Don't sleep yet, okay? You still have to change your clothes. You can't rest in a pencil skirt. I'll help you. What do you want to wear?" Said Jack, as he carefully carried Elsa up the stairs. He didn't want Elsa's head hit the wall.

"Huh? I want something warm. And your sweatpants, please." Elsa muttered. She was very comfortable in her position and could fall asleep any time soon.

Jack chuckled hearing Elsa's request. "Off course you want my warm, long and comfortable sweatpants." He looked back at his wife, and smiled fondly. "Look who's the baby now?"

Elsa's eyelids opened at once, revealing blood red eyes with fever. She gave Jack one glare and slapped Jack hard in the chest. "I'm not a baby."

"You'll always be my baby, Elsa. Always."

to be continued...