Charlie Carson glanced over at his wife who slept peacefully beside him.
Quietly as he could, he slipped out of their bed and crept over to the door. He opened it and shut it carefully behind him.
It was their first wedding anniversary, and he knew she had a plan for later, so he planned a surprise for the morning: He was going to make her breakfast in bed.
Of course, Charlie had never technically made breakfast, but he could figure it out, right?
Wrong.
He despised even the idea of the modern invention of the toaster, but he knew it would not be long until his wife woke up, so he swallowed his pride and disgust and plugged the toaster in.
Managing to get two pieces of bread in, he made eggs while he waited for it to be done.
Eggs were the only food he truly knew how to cook.
His nostrils flared and his brows furrowed as the smell of smoke rose in the air.
He whipped around to see the toaster nearly ready to catch fire. "No!" he shouted as he rushed over and unplugged it hastily.
"Charlie?! What's happened?" Elsie stood in the entryway of the kitchen. Her eyes wandered over to the smoking toaster, and she burst out laughing.
Her husband turned to her, his concerned expression morphing into a confused one. "Do you find this funny?"
She shook her head. "Well, a little bit, but, Charlie.. this was so sweet of you to try." she walked over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for the thought."
He blushed as she kissed him. "It was supposed to be served to you on a tray, along with the eggs I made, but now all that's edible are the eggs."
Elsie chuckled a little, and patted his chest. "It's all right, Charlie. How about I help you and we make new toast and some bacon? We can both enjoy breakfast in bed."
Mr. Carson sighed. "If you say so, but I just wanted to be able to make breakfast, just once."
"It's really all right, my dear. It will be more enjoyable if we do it together. For the memory, and the taste."