Fantasy flash fic #6: Domestic

When I open my eyes I am on the sofa, still dressed and you in a chair, crick in your neck. I fail to rub the sleep out of my face and the pain out of my lower back while you blink and take in the ceiling.

“Omelet?” I ask.

“Tomatoes and peas, please.” Your shoulders crack and sleepy warmth pins my hip and arm to the counter.

I smile. The more veg your food is, the lighter your heart. I hip-check you out of my way and make us breakfast while you shower.

“My turn for dinner?” you ask, halfway through the omelet.

I nod. “Jenny’s coming as well.” When you grumble I shoot a pea at you nose and you flick drops of lukewarm tea at me.

When you put down your fork I snatch clothes from my room before you can hog it again to play with your hair. “Oy!” you say from yours and I laugh at you.

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