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I wake up from my decent sleep to the fresh smell of pancakes[fun fact:i hate pancakes, don't judge me:)] filling the apartment. I turn to the side to realise that Ethan was missing, and probably eating the pancakes.

I turn around to face the ceiling and lift my hands, guiding them to my face and rubbing my eyes. My body was sloppily placed on Ethan's bed, with his vibrantly purple sheets tangled in my legs.

I finally get up from the bed and look my self at the mirror Ethan has near his desk[because every princessa like Ethan needs a huge a.ss mirror]. I sigh at my mess but still do weird poses in front of the mirror, as the mature woman I am.

I open the wooden bedroom door and hop down the stairs, following the pleasant smell of freshly baked goodies.

I step down on the last step and turn around to see Ethan with a gigantic bowl of pancakes in front of him and many bottles of whipped cream and syrup on the counter.

I tip toe, trying not to interrupt him by making my presence conceivable, and walk towards him. I stop right before him and suddenly wrap my hands around his torso, achieving a loud gasp and a body flinch from him.

"oh my gosh, (y/n), you scared me!" he says while resting the palm of his right hand on his chest.

"good morning to you too Ethan!" I reply with some extra amount of sass in my voice and walk away from him.

Without even walking 10 steps away from Ethan, he comes running behind me and hugs my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"No! Get away!" I demand and try to get off of his grasp

"Come on baby! I love you!" he cooed and kisses my jawline.

"besides look what I made for you! PANCAAAKES!" he says letting off of me, and running around excited like a 5year old toddler.

I giggle at his reaction and walk to the kitchen counter, admiring at his effort of making breakfast.

"that looks niiiiice" I say and and grab a fork to eat.

Ethan grabs the fork from my hand and lifts his hand in the air, not giving me my fork.

"not yet princessa! Sit down to the luxurious dining table and wait for your food to arrive" he says and sarcastically bows in front of me.

I laugh and pout, making my way to the table and taking a seat.

After some seconds, a very happy Ethan comes from the kitchen, holding two plates of pancakes and having a towel hanging from his arm, pretending to be a waiter. [someone date me]

He comes near me and sets one plate in front of me, smiling.

"here's your food, my pretty lady" he laughs and sits down next to me.

I look at my plate in excitement and feel a soft pair of lips attach to my temple, giving me a warm kiss.

"am I a good boyfriend?" he pouts.

"the best one" I laugh and kiss his lips.

He licks my bottom lip but I pull away, and let him with a disappointing look plastered on his face.

"No, no! Food comes first!" I say and finally grab my fork.

He does the same and we do a little countdown before putting the food that Ethan made in our mouths at the same time.

I bite on the food and understand it's completely tasteless, with only the whipped cream giving a trace if flavor.

I look at Ethan who has a smile on his face.

He swallows with difficulty and open his mouth to talk, with an empathizing look tracing upon his eyes.

"you like it?" he asks.

"of course Eth!" I lied and fake smiled.

"I know it's horrible don't lie!" he giggles and pushes the plates away.

I lean in and connect our lips [💋] and pull away slowly, after our long passionate kiss.

"yeah but you're still the best boyfriend"

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[are these kind of boyfriends even real?]

beauty is an understatement.

s'cute💜

Stay golden koalaz💙