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Kieran’s eyes open slowly as the sound of an alarm blares into his ears. He quickly sits up in bed, letting Nick’s big and strong arm fall from around his waist slightly as he moves a bit. Kieran’s hand darts for his phone and quickly swipes the alarm off on the screen in his hands. He sighs quietly as the room goes silent again. He glances up to Nick’s face and sees his eyes are still closed and breathing hasn't changed in the slightest. He quietly crawls out of bed, not caring that he’s only in his underwear as he slides off the bed and his feet hit the inside of his slippers. Kieran makes his way out of the bedroom and into their small, cozy kitchen area.
The kitchen is mainly made up of medium warm brown wooden upper and lower cabinets with a stainless steel fridge in one corner of the kitchen and a matching stove two counters away. There is also a small island between the white counters lining most of the room, which the sink is installed into. Kieran walks through the spotless kitchen and over to the island. He opens up the cabinets inside it and bends down as he reaches inside for the waffle maker they own. Kieran pulls the appliance out and places it onto the island in its closed state.
He moves over to the fridge and grabs a few eggs as well as a stick of butter, bringing them to the counter. After he grabs the containers in the pantry labeled flour and sugar. Kieran puts the ingredients into the bowl and mixes them together. He gazes out the window as he whisks the ingredients together. The day is still dark due to the early hour he set the alarm as the quiet scraping of metal against the plastic bowl is the only sound heard in the kitchen. The low light streaming in through the windows creates a warm and cozy atmosphere somehow despite the layer of fresh snow sitting outside on the grass.
Soon Kieran places the bowl down onto the counter. He reaches over to plug the waffle maker into the closest outlet, turning it on to begin warming. He makes his way over to the cabinets housing their dishware. Kieran opens the cabinet, revealing the few shelves inside it containing three different sizes of ceramic plates. He reaches into the cabinet for the medium size dishes on the middle cabinet, stretching his arm almost painfully so. His fingertips only brush the wooden shelf. Kieran stretches up on his tip toes before the cabinet and finally gets his fingers on the white ceramic. He pushes down on the dish with his fingertips and carefully pulls the top dish from the stack over. Finally he gets his hands around the long lip of the dish and pulls it from the cabinet gently before closing it. He brings the dish over to the table as the waffle maker dings, signifying the device is now hot.
He quickly opens the device up and grabs the bowl of batter. He tips it slightly, pouring a few cups of batter into it. Then he places the bowl back down and closes the machine to cook the first waffle. Kieran moves over to the fridge, pulling out some fruits the pair have from inside it. He chops them up as the waffles cook in the waffle maker. After around 20 minutes, he’s made enough waffles for himself and Nick to enjoy.
Kieran unplugs the waffle maker once he’s done preparing the waffles. He moves over to the kettle, turning it on. Then Kieran looks up to their mug cabinet. He opens it and stretches his hand, aiming to grasp one of the mugs on the top shelf. Specifically, one of Nick’s favorites being a blue and white mug, precious to the man because of the Ipswich Town crest on the front of the mug along with his name. Kieran stretches up further, trying to grasp the mug yet his hands only hit the bottom of the middle shelf in the cabinet.
He jumps slightly, trying to reach up to the top shelf in the cabinet where the prized mug sits. Kieran is not one to give up so easily. He wonders why they haven’t got a step ladder already as he jumps again to try and reach. “Aww, what’re you doing here, shortie? Trying to get my favorite mug?” He hears a teasing voice say somewhere behind him in the kitchen.
Kieran jolts slightly, turning around to see Nick standing there. The man towers right over him in just his underwear, slippers and socks. “Ah!- You weren’t supposed to be awake yet!” He groans as he jumps once more to try and grasp the mug again. He nearly manages to get it until a pair of big hands wrap around his waist. Kieran blushes as they hold him securely and lift him up enough to reach the mug.
“Go on then sweetheart. Finish my surprise.” Nick coos into his ear softly. Kieran groans at his obviously teasing tone yet grabs the mug. Nick places a kiss to his neck before setting the man back down on the floor.
“So what is all this, short cakes?” Nick asks as Kieran turns towards him. The taller male looks towards the countertop where a fresh plate of fluffy, golden brown waffles sit, topped with juicy and fresh fruits. The curly haired man sighs quietly and moves around his partner, mug in hand. He walks over to the stove, Nick following after him with his footsteps audible against the tiled floor. Kieran grabs a tea bag from the small tin they house beside the kettle and places one tea bag into the mug. He doesn't speak for a few moments as he pours the boiling water into the cup. He leaves the mug on the counter as he moves towards the fridge.
“I was making breakfast to bring to you in bed but you just had to be impatient.” Kieran complains in a slight joking manner as he opens the fridge. He grabs the milk from it and returns to the mug of tea. He adds a splash of milk and a teaspoon of sugar into the mug before stirring it.
Nick releases a low and quiet chuckle from behind him. “Aww I'm sorry. I just couldn’t sleep without you.” He coos as he sets his head atop Kieran's, smushing his dense curls slightly with his chin. He kisses the shorter male’s cheek gently. Kieran pulls away though to put the milk back.
Nick comes close to him once more, wrapping his arms around the shorter male’s waist. He leans down slightly, pressing his lips to Kieran's neck. The shorter male squirmed slightly at the contact, spurring a chuckle from Nick’s lips.
“Come on, the food is getting cold.” Kieran insists as he gently pushes Nick away. The taller male lets go of him and makes his way over to the counter where the stack of fresh waffles topped with fruit sit. He pauses a moment to grab two sets of a fork and knife. He then stands before the plate as he hands Kieran the other set.
“Oh okay. I’m sure It’ll be delicious either way.”