[07:51]
You woke up to the smell of burn, which instantly makes you push the covers from your body and get up. When you hurried in the kitchen, smoke was coming from the sink, Mark’s figure blocking a part of it.
“Baby, what’s happening in here?” Your question made Mark jump, a strong pout on his face. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed but cooking eggs are harder than I thought...” you could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes when he turned to look at you, holding the pan with burnt eggs stuck in it. You opened a window to make the smell go away and smiled.
“Baby you’re so adorable,” you cooed, walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his figure, “but you shouldn’t have.” “You deserve it though,” he said, putting the pan in the sink and turning around to take you in his arms. You stayed like that for some time, Mark’s lips often meeting your cheek and neck in a soft way. You giggled when Mark’s stomach started showing its dissatisfaction, urging you to make breakfast.
“Can- can you show me?” “How to make breakfast? Of course! Let’s start by cleaning the pan.” You kissed his cheek and moved towards the sink, scrubbing the remaining eggs with a sponge.
Mark was a very careful and attentive person. He observed every single one of your gesture, making mental notes of your instructions. You could see a veil of panic appearing in his eyes every time you handed him the pan, but he succeeded when he was in charge. You clapped and giggled when he put your breakfast in two plates, managing not to spill anything on the counter.
Before you could grab your plate, Mark grabbed your waist and pulled you in a deep kiss. You smiled and kissed him back, your hands cupping his cheeks.
“You know there’s a thing called morning breath,” you smirked when you pulled away. Mark smiled and bent to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t care as long as it’s you,” he whispered and you caressed his hair. You chuckled and started to move towards the plates, him never leaving your side.
“Let’s go eat it on the couch,” he suddenly said, grabbing his plate and cutlery.
You enjoyed Mark’s body warmth under the plaid, cuddled by his side as you ate your breakfast in silence.
“I love you, Y/N,” Mark whispered as he watched you eat. You stopped munching and started at him. When you saw that he was serious, you swallowed and smiled, tenderly kissing his lips. “I love you too, big baby.”
