So, this one isn't, I think, as good as the first one. But oh well. It's still really cute.

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You open your eyes to slits as the sun wakes you from your sleep. You groan and turn in your bed, trying to find some more darkness and warmth within your blanket.

That is, until you smell smoke.

And hear the fire alarm.

You jump out of bed, stumbling a little on the way. You start to run out the door but stop in your tracks when you realize that Arthur wasn't by your side in bed. You groan again and roll your eyes, briefly contemplating on whether or not you should go back to bed, before you settle on staying up. You head to your closet and pull a blue sweatshirt over your (type of pjs) pajamas.

You shuffle out into the kitchen to see that Arthur is waving a towel over the smoking oven. You shake your head and start to snicker.

He looks over his shoulder and smiles at you. "Hello, love! It's nice to see that you're awake. Although, I was planning on waking you up with breakfast in bed. . ." He turns around, proudly displaying a plate consisting of a burnt English muffin, runny scrambled eggs, and a black pipe of some sort (probably potatoes).

You smile and laugh. "Okay, thank you Arthur. . . but how about I cook breakfast from now on, okay?"

He blushes and nods his head before sitting down on the counter.

You shift your sweatshirt and get to work, cracking eggs in a bowl and whisking them before pouring them into the sizzling pan. You pop some English muffins into the toaster and grab the bag of tator tots from the freezer, since you didn't feel like chopping up more potatoes.

Arthur watches your movements around the kitchen. It was like you were waltzing through the steps. He got off the counter and held out is hand. "My dear (f/n), may I have this dance?" His sweet, British accent causing you to blush.

You smile and grab his hand. "Of course, my good sir," you answer with a chuckle.

The two of you dance around the kitchen, stopping only to load the food onto plates. Taking your places at the island, you both eat the breakfast that you prepared.

Arthur takes your hand and kisses your cheek. "Happy anniversary, love."

Your eyes widen. You had completely forgotten that it's your one-year anniversary! You blush at your mistake and smile. "Happy Anniversary, Arthur. I love you."

He leans forward and kisses you with soft lips. "I love you too."

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