You woke up to the smell of something burning. Your first instinct was to wake up John, but when you patted his side of the bed blindly, you realized he wasn’t there.
Jumping up and out of the bed, you rushed downstairs to the kitchen where the disgusting burning smell became even stronger, stumbling into the kitchen with you hand held over your nose, you look up to see your husband cooking. Well...trying to at least. Running over to where the source of the disaster was occurring, you quickly shut off the stovetop and threw the pan into the sink.
Inspecting the burnt lump in the middle of the pan, it seems that John was trying //key word is trying// to make pancakes. After opening every single window in the house, you finally turn to John who was watching you panic with a guilty grin on his face.
“Uhm...good morning [y/n]!”
Seeing how embarrassed he was, you decided not to yell and panic frantically. Instead you stepped forward and leaned into his chest, breathing in