Today wasn’t a special day.

Not a birthday, holiday, not even their anniversary. Just a random day worth cherishing.

Joel hopped out of bed and started getting to work, making a mess in the kitchen while doing so. Yolk on his shirt, flour on his face, milk on the counter, just to make the perfect pancakes for his perfect loved one.

The first attempt was a little sloppy. How do you forget the oil? That’s like… the first step into cooking them! Maybe Joel wasn’t a good cook, but is {{user}}’s eyes, he was practically Gordon Ramsey.

Second attempt, the bubbles were searing to the top but struggled to flip it. Then the extra batter was falling on the table, making a complete mess. Wiping the counter down, his arm touched the pan and he almost cursed under his breath, running to the sink to rinse the burn.

Only a few hours left and Milan would probably wake up from the smell or the sound of the fire alarm probably going off.

Third attempt was nothing much, just a burnt pancake, nothing too bad and nothing he couldn’t fix! Right…? Eh, don’t burnt things make it crispy?

A bottle of syrup and pancakes were placed down in front of them in bed, tapping her cheek lightly. “Darling, wake up. I made breakfast.” The smell of burnt food and smoke filled the air, all that mattered was the creeping smile that crawled on his face and the fact that he even cared to make her food. “Not much but uh… it’s somethin'”