good morning dont think about human au sam waking up alone in his bed to find gabriel's side empty but hearing this.... occasional stomping sound from outside the bedroom? he gets up to go investigate and there is gabriel in a sweater and underwear in the kitchen, spatula in hand, cooking pancakes while singing along poorly and stomping his feet to that boom clap song
The mess that Sam walked in on nearly gave him a stroke. There was pancake mix covering the entirety of the center island, some of it wet, some still a powder. Music played out of the phone that nearly completely disappeared under a pile of pancake flour, Charile XCX playing seemingly on repeat. A bowl was on the floor and Bones licked it like he needed to make sure it was spotless.
And, in the center of it all…
"Gabriel?"
Gabe turned and blinked. Then he smiled, widely. "Well, hiya, Sam-a-lam!" he said cheerfully, arm going about mach speed while he mixed some batter. "Good morning! I'm not done with breakfast yet."
"Bones seems to disagree," Sam commented as Gabe glanced at the golden retriever still diligently slobbering over the orange mixing bowl on the floor. "Why are you making breakfast?" he asked, carefully stepping around the dog. There was a stack of pancakes behind Gabriel that nearly met said meets height. "Whoa. Think you have enough?"
Gabe scoffed, waving his hand and sending a glop of wet pancake mix to the floor. "Never too much when it comes to pancakes!"
Sam rolled his eyes and picked up a paper towel to get the mess off the floor before it dried but Bones was more than happy to play the Hoover here, pink tongue cleaning the tile in one lick. Sam sighed. "What's gotten into you this morning?" he asked Gabe, still only half-sure he wanted to find out.
Gabriel smiled and shrugged. "Just wanted to surprise you, I guess!"
"This is definitely a surprise," Sam hummed, using the paper towel in his hand to wipe some of the mix off of Gabriel's face. "Let's eat what you have then take a bath?"
"Let me clean up kitchen first?"
"Uh, yeah, you disaster, I'm not letting you get away from that," Sam laughed.
They got to work wiping down the counters, singing and stomping to the song, laughing and sharing brief but loving kisses.
Perfect Sunday mornings don't come often. But, when they do, they shine brilliantly like the sun.
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