𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

"It's our food, now." She lifted a forkful to him. "Besides, I'll cook more if that's what you want. I'll feed my man allll day, if that's how you want to spend your day off."

M messed around with the temperature of the blanket before looking back down at her.
“Whichever you’d like, dear.”

Zackary snuffled at the food she offered, taking it like a cautious dog. “Right,” He dinally said. “I’d like that. To be fed by my woman.”

Julie didn't think it was possible for her smile to get any bigger. "Okay." She giggled and continued to feed him until the pan was empty.

Zackary dipped his head down to the pan once she finished it, sniffing for remains. He lapped at it every often then sat up again.
“That's it?”

Juliet gave him a nod. "Yeah, I'll have to make some more. Or, would you like something else?"

Zackary shifted around on the bed, ready to stand up with his homemade cape. “Make some more, I think.”

"You think…." Julie tsked as she stood as well, pan and fork in hand. "If that is what you desire…" She swayed to the door.

Zackary watched her with interest, his eyes flicking around her graceful body. He stood, dragging his cape behind him as he followed her.

Humming, Julie went downstairs and laid the dishes in the sink. She began to take food and spices, seasonings and veggies out of cabinets, baskets, and the fridge. It appeared she was making the same meal, but something else along with it.

M laid down with her tugs, leaning into her and setting his head on the pillows. “My tallness is a hassle, dear.”

Zackary snuffled around the kitchen, finding little cups of pudding packages of cookies to munch on as she cooked. He meanered over and squinted at the pan.
“Whatcha adding to the food?”

Julie stopped for a moment to gaze at him. "I'm making another dish. Pancakes, Red velvet…." She slipped her apron over her head. "Tie me?" she asked him.

Zackary hummed hungrily and tied on her apron, drooping his head over her shoulder and gentlg grabbing her hips.
“Sounds great.”

"I know, it'll taste even better." She turned to press a kiss to his cheek before her attention was back on her food. Her work was smooth and flowing as she chopped veggies for the first dish and whisked batter for the second.

Zackary hummed softly as she cooked, watching her progress earnestly as she dipped batter into a hot pan. The batter was a lucious red color that tickled a fancy in Zackary that he couldn’t pin. He nuzzled gently into her neck, grinning.

M chuckled softly and turned to look at her when she scooted up. “I’m sure you would be able to reach it fine without myself.”

M laughed softly again. “I doubt it. And I told you not to stand on the counter. You might hurt yourself.”

M frowned, a shadow on his stressed face. “But that’s still dangerous.”

M huffed softly, setting his head down. “I can’t help it. I want to see you safe and happy.”

Julie smiled as she let the pancakes sit, moving on to the eggs and ham. She gave Zack's cheek a loving pat before sliding in front of the counter, mixing ingredients.

M nodded tiredly. “I know you do, dearest. But… it’s still unsafe. You might fall.”

Zackary tailed her to the counter, leaning into her again. “Whatcha making now?”