Adrien loved early mornings for many reasons, but this morning wasn't one of them. His poor wife, Marinette was sick. "Babe, I don't think I can make breakfast this morning. Could you make some eggs?"
Adrien hesitated. He always tried to make her happy, and he wanted to be here for her in sickness and health, unless it involved cooking. "Love, you know I'm a terrible cook." "That's not true," Marinette croaked, grabbing a tissue from the box. "I did give you cooking lessons, and I'm pretty sure eggs were on the list. You can do it."
Adrien nodded, wanting to kiss her cheek, but he held back. "Okay, will you be here if I need you?" But his question fell on deaf ears, as Marinette was once again asleep. Dressing quickly, Adrien headed down to the kitchen.
How hard could cooking a egg be? He donned his "Thankful for Mashed "Purrtatoes" apron Marinette had gotten him for Christmas, Adrien took out the eggs, milk, and bacon. You couldn't have eggs without the bacon, right?
First was the oil which gave him a little bit of a fright when it popped and sizzled, but soon he cracked the egg in. Huh, maybe cooking was a cinch? Better wait to celebrate. The eggs went fine, as did the bacon and toast.
But he was missing something. Right, the coffee! "Watch the food a minute, Plagg, will you?" Adrien put on his coat, rushing to get her morning Starbucks.
Soon he was back, and carrying the tray upstairs. "My Lady, I present you the Yolk of the Day!"
"Thank you, Kitty. Achoo!" Marinette was soon back to asleep, but Adrien felt happy as he wandered back downstairs for his own breakfast. It was nice to something sweet for his wife, even if it was just breakfast in bed.