Victor sat up in bed, wondering what that noise was. He realised it was coming from the kitchen. He looked over and saw the door was a little ajar.
Grabbing his dressing gown, he headed towards the sound of clinking plates and cutlery. He could now smell oil cooking in a pan. Victor inhaled as he entered the kitchen, and he had to smile.
There she was, 7 months pregnant, standing over the cooker. She looked up.
“Morning, hun. I wanted to surprise you.”
Victor looked at the kitchen counter and saw a pile of pancakes. He laughed. She was having one of her cravings again.
“Happy Belated Pancake Day!”
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
