Right so… making breakfast with soft overprotective 70s Wanda 🥺 (I’m sleeping don’t look at me but!!! Look how Squooshy!!!!)
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You insisted it was your turn to make breakfast. Wanda always cooks for you and you wanted to do something nice for your sweet, very pregnant wife. It was something the two of you always bickered about; Wanda was very overprotective of her kitchen and of you.
This particular morning, you managed to sneak out of bed and get into the kitchen without her noticing. You rubbed your hands together, similar to a raccoon who’s just found a sweet treat to eat and started gathering ingredients to make French toast. You borrowed her apron as you got things together; it wasn’t fitting her right now anyway.
Frying pan, butter, bread, eggs, milk, cinnamon, vanilla, a hint of nutmeg, and a dash of love. How hard could it be?! You watch Wanda cook and bake all the time. Surely you could do it too? You turned the heat on for the frying pan and slowly melted the butter, dipping the toast in the egg and spice mixture and adding it to the pan. This is so easy!
You spoke too soon as the next few pieces were coming out horrible!!! It was getting harder to flip in the pan as it became dirty with cinnamon and egg batter and it was sticking everywhere and nothing you did would fix it! You were stood in the kitchen about to cry. You knew you should call Wanda for help but you figured she’d just be upset with you.
That was until the fire alarm went off and the sprinklers in the house rained down, waking her for you. Your breakfast was ruined. You turned off the stovetop and collapsed on the floor in tears, tearing the apron from your body. You heard the soft shuffle of Wanda’s sweet bear shaped slippers and you didn’t dare look up even as they stood in front of you.
“Detka… what happened?” She cooed.
She wasn’t… mad??
“Wanda, my love, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make breakfast for a change and something went wrong and now it’s all ruined!” You wailed, tears streaming down your face. She offered her hands to help you stand up, which you accepted since she was very pregnant and could not join you on the floor.
“Okay, sweetheart, tell me everything you did and I’ll see if I can figure out what happened, okay?”
You nodded, animatedly telling Wanda every step you took in an attempt to make her breakfast. “And then I was on the floor in tears, right where you found me!”
“Baby.. I love you so much.. but I think I figured out what happened. The first few pieces were perfect, right?” She asked and you nodded. “But as you went on, it got harder to work with them in the pan, correct?”
“Yeah Wanda I was there, cut to the chase,” you sighed.
“‘M not making fun of you detka, just trying to help you see what went wrong!” She said softly, pushing frazzled hair pieces from your face. “In order for the toast to keep from sticking and causing trouble, you have to keep adding a bit of butter every so often. It’ll help.”
You groaned. “How could I be so stupid?”
“Honey, don’t. You didn’t know! That’s why I’m here! And that’s why I usually make meals for us. I enjoy it baby. It’s not a chore for me!” Wanda said softly, reaching her lips to your forehead for a sweet kiss.
“What do you say we try again? I’ll help but only a little, okay?” She cooed.
“Okay,” you whispered, looking around at the state of your kitchen. Wanda must’ve been thinking the same thing because before you knew it, the kitchen was cleaned up with a cute wave of her finger.
“Show off,” you whispered mockingly.
Wanda grinned. “I could let you do it by hand next time?”
