Okay, so I know this one's very fast-paced. That was intentional. It was to help illustrate Annie's rising panicky-ness.
Prompt: Finnick tries to surprise Annie by making breakfast, but ends up almost burning their house down.
Annie wakes up to the smell of burning.
"Finnick," She squeaks, bolting upright in bed.
The space beside her is empty. Reaching out to touch his pillow, she finds it cold, and realises he must've woken up a while ago.
He's probably gone for a walk, she thinks. Sometimes, when he can't sleep, he does that.
Oh god, she must've left the oven on.
She must've left the oven on all night, and she must've forgotten to take that half-eaten dish of macaroni cheese out of it, and it must've caught fire.
Once she's out of bed, Annie closes her eyes and takes a moment to get her racing breath back to a somewhat reasonable pace.
"It's probably nothing." She tries to reassure herself. "It'll be fine."
Calmer than she was before, Annie grabs the glass of water she always keeps by her bedside in case of a late night coughing fit before heading cautiously downstairs.
"Good morning, sunshine." Finnick says as she comes to a standstill at the kitchen doorway.
Her fingers clasp the glass of water so tightly that she's starting to feel pins and needles, but she doesn't loosen her hold. Her eyes scan the scene in front of her.
Finnick sits at the kitchen table, two plates of... well, some kind of charred mess, placed neatly in front of him.
"I made pancakes." He announces proudly.
Realising that that's what the smell must've been, that truly she had been over-reacting, Annie can't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" Finnick asks defensively.
"Nothing." Annie promises, putting her glass of water down and going to the cupboard. "Breakfast looks great. Thank you, Finn."
"You're welcome." He grins smugly and settles back in his chair.
Annie slathers her 'pancakes' in raspberry syrup, and so is more or less able to eat them without choking.
"This is lovely, Finn." She lies as she finishes her final mouthful.
Apparently, her boyfriend takes her word as the truth.
"You think so?" He's positively glowing with pride. "I'll make you some more tomorrow, if you like."
"No!" Annie says hastily. Then, feeling guilty, she quickly adds, "You must've woken up so early today, just so that you could do all this for me. You deserve a lie in."
"I suppose you're right." Finnick agrees reluctantly. "Maybe the day after, eh?"
"Maybe." Annie can't bring herself to say 'no' outright and shatter his illusion.
She'll just have to make sure she gets up first every morning for the foreseeable future.