"Your food will get cold. Eat," Ilya said before scooping another bite of his own breakfast into his mouth.
Shane hummed in agreement as he poked at the scrambled eggs on his plate. He was torn because Shane loved it when Ilya cooked for him, but the thought of eating those eggs right now was making him nauseous.
Ilya paused for a moment as he took in Shane's tense movements and hesitant expression. Usually, he was better about catching Shane's shifts in safe foods, but this one got past him somehow.
"Eggs are not friends anymore?"
Shane shook his head with an exasperated yet relieved sigh. "No, I'm sorry. I should have said something before you made breakfast."
"You did not know until now. Is fine, sweetheart," Ilya replied lightly, doing his best to fend off Shane's misplaced guilt. "Give me your plate. I will eat them. You can go find breakfast that sounds good."
"Thanks, baby," Shane said, tone full of gratitude for his husband's easy acceptance. Ilya always managed to soothe his worries about rejecting and wasting food.
After deciding a smoothie was all he could manage this morning, Shane started prepping the various fruits and vegetables while Ilya made quick work of his breakfast.
Ilya then placed both his and Shane's now-empty plates in the dishwasher before wrapping his arms around his husband's waist, happy to watch him build his precise, safe smoothie.
The touch was welcome until Shane stiffened at the feeling of Ilya's lips on his neck, just below his ear. He leaned away slightly so he could turn his head and said, "Sorry, but could you maybe go brush your teeth or grab some gum or something? All I can smell is the eggs."
Ilya tightened his hold on Shane for a moment and let his face fall into an exaggerated pout. "Wow, eggs are my enemy now, too. First, they make my husband starve, and now they stop me from having kisses. Evil little things."
Shane bit back a laugh and rolled his eyes at Ilya's antics. He loved the way his husband could lift his mood in such silly, small ways. "You are so dramatic. I am not starving, and you can have all the kisses you want if you go brush your teeth."
"Yes, sir," Ilya called out with a playful salute before running upstairs, while Shane's loud, endearing laugh trailed behind him.