𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊you and your daughter make breakfast for gojo's birthday. unlucky for you, gojo's a little impatient.
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊1.3k words. established relationship. the reader is referred as "mommy" by the kid & "wife" from gojo, but other than that there's no use of fem terms.
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you hold the bowl of pancake batter, its creamy consistency clinging to the sides. with a gentle tilt, you pour the batter onto the pan, creating round pools of golden goodness. the batter spreads, forming wonky circles that sizzle and bubble as they cook. the aroma of the pancakes fills the air, a tantalizing scent that promises a delicious breakfast. you can't help but turn up the heat so that they cook faster.
"mommy, i think i'm turning into a minion," your daughter calls out from behind.
you turn around, only to find her sitting at her mini table. her eyes are fixed on her tiny fingers, that are spread out in front of her.
"what do you mean?" your words hang in the air momentarily before you turn your gaze back to the stove. with a flick of your wrist, you flip the pancakes, their golden surfaces glistening in the warm light.
"'m turning purple! look!"
you take another glance back. her hands in the air being the first thing you see. but, then you notice the bag of blueberries sitting on the table.
your lips quiver as you fight to stifle your smile. "baby, it's the the blueberries you're munching on that are making you purple."
her eyes widen, she lowers her hands, and this time she looks at them with a slight pout.
you return to making pancakes, plating the few that seemed to be done. one was on the verge of being burned, and you intended to give it to gojo. he's been calling you nonstop ever since you came downstairs this morning, asking for updates on his birthday breakfast. you're sure if it hadn't been for your baby girl (who insisted on giving her father breakfast in bed), you'd have forced him get up and do it himself by now.
"mommy, can we put blueberries in the pancakes? pretty please?"
"of course."
you don't need to turn around to know what your child is up to. you hear the unmistakable sound of her stuffing blueberries into her mouth. a soft giggle escapes your lips as you imagine the adorable scene unfolding behind you.
"yay!! speci...purpl...pancakes!" the excitement in her voice is evident, even with her mouth full.
"hey! if you're gonna be putting blueberries in the pancakes, you can't be eatin-" just then, your phone rings.
you catch a glimpse of the screen, noticing the familiar contact photo under 'my love'. oh, he's definitely getting a burnt pancake. you might even make another on purpose.
