BE CAREFUL WITH: excessive sweetness
INGREDIENTS: fluff
DESC. surprise breakfast!
TOTAL (WORDS' COUNT): $726
dividers by: @cafekitsune / i don't own any of the images used, i just edited them.
introducing one of my favorite and last (i think?) formats, my restaurants! i really like this ones 'cause you get to imagine whichever character you'd like based on the scenarios or headcanons, however, i try imagining all this by food (another of my favorite things besides writing) and the feelings or real life situations some of this remind me of. hope you enjoy it!
you don't really know what got into you this morning as soon as your eyes laid on the clock signaling two hours before getting to your work place. you really don't know why you got up with a sudden need to cook... but what exactly did you want to cook?
you looked through your mini recipe book you always kept safe on your phone's notes.
something salty? an omelette? fruit? a smoothie? strawberry smoothie?! you were close, your mouth drooling at the thought of every dish you got remember, but still couldn't find the perfect one.
"hotcakes! got it!" you whisper-shouted glad to finally know what you've been secretly craving for, careful to do not wake up your partner, who had told you last night has had a rough week. so now that's finally his day off, you could make a little treat for the both of you.
you put on your apron and started taking the ingredients as fast and as silently you could, getting everything done an hour later.
now the last detail was the missing topping, the strawberry mermalade.
maybe you got too engrossed making the hotcakes you didn't notice the last ingredient to satisfy your appetite was missing on your refrigerator.
"crap..." you searched everywhere, forgetting about having to keep the volume as low as possible, waking your spouse on the process.
just as he arouse from his sleep, the smell of something delicious creeped up on his nosetrills, fading any annoyance he might have had from someone interrumpting his resting time.
as he was about to get up and greet you, he heard the front door close in a hurry, well—more like shut.
he got to the dining room and saw the table was impeccable; two plates, cutlery, glasses filled with milk and on the center, a couple of hotcakes piles all fluffy and smooth looking.
a smile came to form on his face, thinking how marvelous and skilled you might have seemed like when cooking this, for the both of you, which was something that made his heart warm up even more.
he decided to look further around since he knew you couldn't have gone to work just yet, something might have been missing for everything to be perfect, which was something he's come to know and love about you. wanting to get everything as best as you could was always inspiring for him.
there was a small container, matching with the tableware set up, it was the only thing left on the bar which divided the kitchen from the dining room, empty.
he thought you were missing the maple syrup.
after some thinking on how you could react to him knowing about your surprise and getting bummed about it, he chose to try and sleep a bit more while waiting for you and act as if he knew nothing once you woke him by yourself.
minutes passed and like the giddy little child he felt like when waiting for a present he knew was coming, he finally heard the door opening and a relieved sigh scaping you.
he had to put on the best act now! he would not mess it up!
"hey honey-wake up, breakfast's ready"—he heard now closer to him, a hand shaking slightly his shoulder.
he had to pretend he had not been awake before you arrived from your emergency drive for ingredients, but the way he got up quickly from the bed didn't convince you much. still, you didn't give it more importance and led him to your suprise.
"wow! are these for us?!"—he exclaimed maybe a little to excited and made such excessive moves with his hands you couldn't believe him anymore.
"you got up earlier right?"—you asked, apparently not sad but a little disappointed with yourself for not getting everything right on the first try.
"u-uhm-n-no?"—he tried once more, but his nervousness by your piercing gaze now fixated on discovering his lies made him obvious.
"o-ok ok! maybe... but i swear i had a similar reaction to this one! i-i loved it sweetheart!"—now he got closer to embrace you.
all his and your concern dissolved as fast as the delectable and comforting hotcakes in your mouths, along the strawberry mermalade you explained you had to grab to make it worth it, you spent a lovely morning with your other half.
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