SUMMARY: someone is making a delicious breakfast and you wanna know what it is - it's making you hungry
WARNINGS: fluff!, mentions of food, snuggly james
AUTHOR'S NOTE: thank you @collieflower215 and @maybanksslut for proofreading !
A familiar scent woke you up from your long and needed sleep. You couldn't figure out what the smell was at first, but your curiosity made you want to find out.
Still feeling a bit sleepy, you reached your arm out, searching for the lover that was usually beside you, but all you could feel was the bedsheets slipping through your fingers. You slowly opened your eyes and got up from your bed, now fully empty.
You made your way to the living room, hoping you could find your boyfriend, as well as the source of the delicious aroma that was hitting your nostrils and making you hungry.
The curtains were open, so the sunlight hit your eyes as if someone had shined the brightest flashlight into your face.
You squinted your eyes shut, now guiding yourself through touching the furniture around the room. First, you felt the couch, then you felt the kitchen aisle, and now the scent was even more present.
You opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the lighting. The view was delightful. A lovely James Potter standing in the sunlight, whisking eggs in a bowl. That’s not the smell… you thought to yourself. It’s not the eggs.
When James grabbed a pan from the stove and flipped whatever was on it, you figured out what the scent was from. Fresh pancakes.
“Oh, darling, you were so quiet there, I didn’t even notice you had woken up”, your boyfriend said, now looking at your drowsy face. He smiled at this sight. “You look so pretty with your puffy eyes.”
He put the pancakes on a plate and placed it on the counter. Now giving all his attention to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“It’s been a while since you made us pancakes for breakfast,” you said, with your head buried on his chest. “I really like them.”
“Then I guess I’ll start making them more often!”, he exclaimed, squeezing you gently. “Wait for me on the couch, I’ll bring over the pancakes and the eggs.”
Now lying on the sofa, you tucked yourself in with a light blanket and waited for James.
Finally, he brought you a plate with pancakes, and you started eating. While you were at it, he made scrambled eggs and at last, sat beside you with a plate in his hand, with two pancakes, and the eggs on the side.
He put his arm around you after getting under the blanket you were covered with, and ate the food, also letting you eat some of the eggs every now and then.
The moment felt warm and comfortable, and that’s how you always felt when you were with James. He made you feel cozy, no matter what the scenario was. And you loved him for that, and for all that he is.
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