I woke up cold, I tried feeling around the bed for him but where he normally was was cold. I frowned and opened an eye. Then I smelt cooking, I didn't know if that would be a good thing or a bad thing so I got up to check. I walked into the kitchen and saw him with his back facing me as he concentrated on the stove. There were pancakes. Pancakes everywhere. He hadn't noticed me come in, I cleared my throat causing him to jump and swivel round, baring a sheepish smile. "I was just trying to make breakfast," he mumbled, blushing as he surveyed the room of burnt pancakes. Giggling I asked,'do you want some help?' As I leaned against the door frame. With a sigh of defeat, he mumbled a 'yeah' and turned back to the stove. I walked over and wrapping my arms around his waist I whispered, thank you for trying.' Giving me a small smile he sighed, "teach me how to make pancakes then," with a look of determination. At that a pancake peeled off the ceiling and landed in his head. An explosion of laughter bubbled out of me as I fought to control it. It didn't last long when I saw his expression, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. I knew it was going to be a good day.
