𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 . even if the kitchen looks like the aftermath of a food war ; or the amount of spoons he’s used & thrown into the sink , only to need another spoon ; or the splatter of flour and batter on leila’s gingerbread man pajamas & his bare chest —– he was going to make his wife pancakes for breakfast . but for the life of him , billy the great can’t remember a vital step in the special 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐄 . he sets the far too big bowl of batter in front of leila , ❛ baby , you know if mommy puts th’chocolate chips in the thing now or when they’re on the stove ? ❜ she shrugs a response , already picking out a couple of chocolate chips for herself from the bag . you should just ask her . leila suggests .
& 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 . leaving leila to watch the kitchen : to make sure their batter doesn’t just jump out of the bowl & head for the front door . as of this point , they’ve created something that’s closer to 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 than actual pancake mix . the champ won’t bring up the fact that they used a box mix too . he approaches maureen’s bedside & very carefully nudges her arm with a section of his hand that wasn’t covered in pale batter . ❛ mo , baby … quick question . when y’make pancakes — do y’put th’shit — th’chocolate chips in the batter thing first , or do y’put them in when the pancake’s on th’stove already ? ❜ ( @mohope )
SLEEP IS A LUXURY NOT OFTEN AFFORDED in a house that seemingly always needs to be up and out of the door before dawn. As the keeper of schedules, Maureen was typically the first up to ensure a smooth exit when they would all inevitably be rushing to get on their way. ( There’s COMFORT in the chaos, a system to be found in juggling rehearsals and practices, training sessions and doctor’s appointments. ) It’s a gift, then, to finally put black-out curtains to use as Maureen captures extra time in a bed that is nearly criminally comfortable. Today there is no where they need to BE, today sleep is blissfully afforded.
BY THE TIME BILLY CREEPS IN , a skill he has never quite mastered ( quick as he may be in the ring ), Mo is in transition between the waking world and a dream that doesn’t seem all that off. Though slurred, and muffled through a face half-hidden in a pillow, she still answers, “ On th’stove. ” Hazel eye trending more green today opens to the world, already curious as to the going’s ons in it. Her smile isn’t far behind, “ You’re makin’ pancakes? ”
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