My wife loves cooking for me, she is the best cook in my opinion but one thing she doesn't like: making breakfast, ironic, I know, she makes it solely for the reason, i don't go hungry, everyday she wakes up only to cook for me, so today i decided to surprise her

I saunter into the kitchen in only my grey sweats and open the bread pack to make her a simple toast, don't get me wrong, I can't cook to save my life but I want to surprise her.

Everything goes well, or so I thought but when I flipped the bread it is so burnt it matches the color of the pan, I am using, I frown at the burnt mass like it offended me

I wince when I hear hurried footsteps and my wife walks in confused and concerned

"Sorry," I whisper