I hummed softly and poured maple syrup over the pancakes. Then kept blueberries on one side of the plate decoratively and on top of the layers of pancakes, two half cut strawberries.
I smiled to myself in pride and brought the plates to the kitchen counter, neatly placing the glasses of milk next to it.
I heard footsteps descending down the stairs and I glanced up with a wide smile on my lips.
"Good morning" I greeted merrily.
Ian's brows furrowed. "What's going on?" He approached the kitchen counter and sat on a stool, eyeing the pancakes with suspicion.
"I made you breakfast"
"I see that" Ian stared at the pancakes for a moment, then turned to me with narrowed eyes. "What do you want?
"What?" I laughed. "Why do you think I want something?"
"Because you're being nice to me"
"Plea
