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"I'll be there in a few minutes, try not to burn anything"
I can’t help but snicker as the text flashes onto my phone screen. It’s been about a year now since the first time I ever tried cooking for Morgan back in Eysenfeld, and at this point I’m not sure she’ll ever let me live it down.
Ever since we moved into our apartment, we’ve been cooking together as often as we have the time and energy. I’ve learned a lot in that time, and I can tell she’s proud of me for starting to pick it up. She’ll still tease me every now and then, which is fair, but hey. She eats it.
Who knew cooking could be so fulfilling when you’re doing it for a girl you’re in love with?
So far, this morning’s attempt at breakfast is going pretty well. I’ve gotten the bacon just as crispy as we both like it, and the eggs are well underway.
With that done, I fill up the coffee pot with water and measure out enough coffee for the two of us. Right after I flick on the machine, I hear Morgan open the kitchen door and turn to greet her.
Holy. Shit.
Morgan steps into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her short ginger hair is still a little messy, and she’s dressed in just pyjama shorts and an oversized flannel that I’m pretty sure is mine.
Or was, anyway. There’s no denying it’s really cute on her.
I know she'd say otherwise but she's putting my disheveled ass to shame right now. She's the one person who can pull off the "just threw something on" look even better than I can. I am so lucky.
I'm still not over how good that haircut looks on her. She’s always been gorgeous, of course, but since we left Eysenfeld she’s been changing up her look to be way more butch. It’s hot how much it really suits her, and it’s even hotter how well she knows it…
Okay Tara. Focus. Breakfast.
She gives me the slightest sly smile, telling me she probably caught me checking her out. No big surprise there, it's not like I don't still do that nearly every time I see her.
And can you really blame me?
"Good morning." She greets me. "Looks like you're doing a pretty good job."
I'm so glad she thinks so.
"You know it!" I flash her my trademark grin and finger guns. "The eggs are brewing, the coffee is frying, and the bacon didn’t even catch fire!!"
“You dork.” She chuckles. She’s got me there.
“You might want to check on those eggs, though.”
“Oh, shit! Right!” I stammer, rushing back to the pan. Morgan gives me a little peck on the cheek before walking over to pour out our now-brewed cups of coffee.
Thankfully, the eggs are just about still salvageable. Not bad at all, by my standards.
I dish out breakfast as Morgan sets down our cups of coffee, and we take our seats next to one another. As always, she starts on her coffee before I’d even think about taking a sip of mine. I don’t know how she does it.
I realize that instead of starting my own breakfast I’m staring at her in anticipation. She seems to notice too, and flashes me an appreciative smile before quickly tucking in.
“Well, whaddya think?”
“It’s good.” She smiles. “You’ve come a long way since the first time you tried making breakfast, that’s for sure.”
I think we both have. In a lot of ways.
“Well thaaaaaaat’s not exactly a high bar.” I laugh. “I’m really glad you like it!”
For a few minutes, we just eat together in comfortable silence and enjoy the feeling of spending another happy, gay, lazy morning (It’s 11:30 so it totally still counts!) by each other’s side.
I’m halfway through a mouthful of bacon as Morgan finishes her food and speaks up.
“So what do you want to do today?”
“Mrrghhmmm!” I reply.
“Come again?”
“Well, after I finish the world’s second best lesbian-cooked breakfast…” I leave a slight pause for comedic effect. “I was thinking we could cuddle up and watch a few episodes of Bigfoot: Fact or Fact?”
“Don’t you mean Fact or Fiction?”
“No.”
Morgan smirks. “Well I can’t argue with that. Sounds like very important ‘research’ for the show.”
“I knew you’d get it, babe!” I beam. “Plus we get to be a little gay.”
“A little?”
“Super gay.”
“Super gay.” My girlfriend agrees.
And so it’s decided. Morgan heads to the living room to get things set up, and I finish breakfast and wash up the dishes faster than you can say “Flatwoods Monster” so I can join her.
The second I take my place next to her, Morgan pulls me even closer into an embrace that I can’t help but melt into. It’s the best feeling in the world, apart from knowing that we have a whole day of this to look forward to. As the opening sequence to our show rolls, I lean in and give her a kiss - the first of many, of course.
It’s been about a year since Eysenfeld. A year since the first time I ever met Morgan. A year since we went through everything together, and perhaps most darkly of all, a year since the first time I tried making her breakfast.
A lot has changed in that time, from Mads leaving the show and going back to college, to moving in together, to all the fallout that comes with finding actual real life evidence of the paranormal on your YouTube show. With a life like mine, it's not always easy to know exactly what's gonna happen next, but lying here cuddling with the girl I love more than anything else makes it impossible to worry about that.
Whatever happens, I have Morgan and she has me, and we have a whole life to look forward to.