Short Stories

"one time.. i cooked breakfast.. "

Demi

I'm officially on vacation. Halle-freaking-lujah. X Factor's done, the Jingle Ball is over and now I'm back in Texas for some well deserved rest. Wilmer's staying with me, which makes me so happy since I get to spend more time with him. There's honestly nothing better than waking up the feel of his arms around me. Plus, his kisses are just...damn.

It's eight in the morning and for some reason I'm up and ready to go. Wilmer's still totally passed out next to me, he looks adorable. His eyebrows are slightly scrunched and his lips occasionally tremble; he looks like a little baby having a nightmare. I can't help but laugh a little at how cute he looks. I quickly kiss him on the forehead, causing his face to relax a little and then head down to the kitchen.

I want to surprise him with breakfast as a thank you for being here for me; the last couple of months have been rough. He's been my rock throughout it all and I've never felt more connected with him than I do right now. I can honestly trust him with my life.

I grab a few eggs from the fridge and heat up the pan. I know how much Wilmer loves omelettes so I'm attempting to make some. Key word being 'attempt'. I beat the eggs together in the bowl and then add the rest of the ingredients in before pouring the mixture into the hot pan, watching it bubble and brown for a few minutes. Using the spatula to lift up an edge of the omelette, it looks like it's ready for folding over. Crap okay, here we go.

Now, anyone that knows me knows that I'm not the world's greatest cook, but A+ for effort right?

"Don't fuck this up" I whisper to myself before attempting to fold the mixture over.

I slowly push the spatula under the mixture and lift it up, causing it to tear apart with the rest of the ingredients seeping out.

"Shit, I am so bad at cooking" I mutter to myself, letting the stupid omeltte book more.

"Aww, you're not that bad. I give you credit for trying"

I turn round to see Wilmer emerging from the hall, wearing just his pyjama bottoms. I swear to God, he's like a ninja sometimes.

"Ugh babe, I was gonna surprise you!" I say, slightly disappointed that he's already awake and discovered my plan.

"Baby I'm sorry. It just smelled so good, I had to get up" Wilmer replies, walking over to me as I pat the now overcooked omelette with the spatula. Stupid fucking omelette, ruined everything.

I feel Wilmer's arms wrap around my waist as he leans against me, kissing me on the cheek. I can't help but smile. I almost get lost in the moment but the smell of burning food brings me back to my senses.

"Okay, stand back. I'm gonna put this on the plates" I say while shuffling back a little from the cooker, my jumper sliding off my left shoulder.

Wilmer watches me as I carefully try and maneuver the monstrosity I like to call breakfast onto a plate. After the first one's out, I give up and tip the pan upside down, causing the second omelette to splatter down onto the plate.

"This looks so disgusting" I laugh, looking up at Wilmer with a pout. It honestly doesn't smell too bad, if you enjoy the smell of charcoal, but yeah it isn't appetizing in the slightest.

"No baby they look amazing, let me take a picture" Wilmer replies, taking my phone from my pocket

I pick up both plates, smiling slightly as Wilmer quickly takes a picture.

"Let me see it" I reply, giggling as Wilmer turns the screen to face me, "my hair looks a mess oh my god" I gasp, running my fingers through my hair in an attempt to make it look neat.

"No you look perfect. Thank you for breakfast mami, I love it" Wilmer says while taking a bite of my disgusting breakfast.

"And I love you for lying" I laugh, leaning in to kiss Wilmer on the cheek before taking my phone back.

After quickly editing out the majority of the burnt parts of each omelette, I open up twitter.

"@ddlovato: One time.. I cooked breakfast.. 🍳😳"