You wake up to the sound of frustrated yells and a few dishes clamming together.

Running downstairs, you see a mess.

Not just a normal mess with frustration and a couple papers, but a mess of pots on the grounds, spilt flour on the table, an cracked egg on the floor, and broken plates on the counter. It looked like a dog was chasing a cat who was chasing a bird inside a kitchen.

However in the middle of the mess, was Alex, who was the messiest of the mess, caked in flour everywhere but his face.

"God I am never cooking again." He slams the pan down and you see a small stack of perfect-looking pancakes in a plate with a couple blueberries and maple syrup on them. You sigh in admiration and weave through the mess on the kitchen floor and take a fork from the cabinet, and dip it into the pile of fluffy pancakes, ripping a chunk off and stuffing it in your mouth.

A warm fluffy sweetness drowned in maple syrup fills your mouth and you laugh, taking another bite. "Is this for me?"

Alex rubs the back of his neck and you continue to eat, gazing into his eyes. You had never tasted pancakes this good, but the fact that he cooked them made them taste even better. "Yea."

"These are amazing!" You smile, putting your plate down and accidentally step on the egg on the floor with your slipper.

Grossed out, you don't even begin to ask what happened in here. You'd help him clean it up later. He laughs and puts the flour back in the cabinet and you throw the broken dishes in the garbage.

"You didn't have to do this you know. You hate cooking." You whisper.

"I wanted to do something special." Alex said softly.

Your heart flutters as you hear his confession. It need occurred to you that he would be the type to make you breakfast in bed."

"Well do you want a taste?"

"(Y/N) I made one stack."

You inch closer to him as he stands there, keeping his eyes glued to you. "That doesn't mean you don't get a taste."

You kiss him and he smiles, lifting you into the flour dusted counter. The kiss heats up more and more until you've made an even bigger mess, even to the point where your clothes are about to come off.

"Jesus what did you do?" We whip around.

Meredith sighs and grabs a piece of cold pizza, then walks out the door.

"I don't think I have to cook again." Alex admits, coming closer to you as you wipe off a bit of the flour on your legs.

"Wanna take this to the shower?

"For sure."