Could you please make an Earl Grey Cookie x Reader fluff?
It was early, still pitch black outside when you awoke due to Earl Grey getting out of bed. With a groan, you turned in your bed to look up at Earl Grey.
âSorry, did I wake you?â He hummed, cupping your cheek. âYou can go back to bed.â
âWhy are you up so early? I thought you took the day off.â
Earl Grey gave you a small smile. âJust go back to bed love, I have some things I need to sort.â
With a hum, you wrapped yourself in the blankets as Earl Grey left the bedroom and tried to fall asleep albeit in vain. So give or take a few more minutes, you rolled out of bed and set out to find where he wandered off to. He was in the kitchen, just putting the kettle on the stove. It was early enough that only the stove light was on and outside was bathed in a dark blue hue.
"Hi." You mumble, hugging him from behind.
"Good morning, my love. Are you alright?"
"I can't go back to bed."
Earl Grey hummed at that, leaning back into your embrace. "Can't?"
You nodded. "Why do you always insist on getting up so early?"
"It lets me work with more of the day," Earl Grey chuckled. "After all, we all know how important today is."
Earl Grey could not hold back his laugh at that, turning around to look at you with a grin. "I do."
"I don't." You grumbled, staring at him.
Earl Grey only laughed harder at that, trying to apologize through it. It didnât exactly work though and you pouted.Â
"So I've noticed." Earl Grey sighed with a smile, laughter finally calming down.
Earl Grey chuckled, shaking his head. That was the end of that conversation it seemed. He continued to work through his morning routine with you basically attached to his hip, easily preparing a cup of tea for you as well. It was a bit sweeter than regular, but you brushed it off, just happy to have something warm in your hands after you sat down at the table across from Earl Grey. The silence that hung over the two of you wasnât uncomfortable, not at all, itâs just that it felt like something was at the back of your head that you werenât quite remembering about today.
âIâm looking at the calendar.â You announce, not caring too much at the amused smile on Earl Greyâs face.
Pushing your chair back with a screech from the wood and yourself up standing, you easily manoeuvred around the dimly lit kitchen until you found the whiteboard that housed the hand-drawn calendar you recalled Earl Grey using a ruler to get the straight lines after he dropped the whiteboard marker a couple of times during the correction of your own uneven lines.
âItâs my birthday.â
âIt is.â Earl Grey agreed calmly, as you whipped around to look at him.
âItâs my birthday.â
âHappy birthday, love.â
âWhyâd you get up early on my birthday?â
âI wanted to get ready earlier so I could make you breakfast in bed, but it seems as though you got up with me.â
You walked back over to the chair and sat down, nodding. âWe could make breakfast together?â
âIs that what youâd enjoy?â