I woke up to the smell of pancakes, I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth and ran down stairs. I walked into the kitchen and Rishi had boxers and an apron on. I leaned against the door still just in my underwear.
He was humming to the song on the radio and I smiled. He turned around with the pan and smiled when he saw me.
“Good lord” he walked over giving me a peck on the lips. I sat on the counter and he poured me a plate of pancakes. I watched him try and make a heart out of chocolate and I laughed at his concentration face.
“Don’t judge me I’m not artistic at all” he laughed handing me the plate.
“It’s perfect” I kissed him softly he tasted like strawberry’s
“Am I forgiven?” he pouted giving me his best puppy dog eyes.
“Nope not yet” I took a bite eating the pancakes, not bad
